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Jeremiah 18:22

New King James Version

Let a cry be heard from their houses, When You bring a troop suddenly upon them; For they have dug a pit to take me, And hidden snares for my feet.

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O daughter of my people, Dress in sackcloth And roll about in ashes! Make mourning as for an only son, most bitter lamentation; For the plunderer will suddenly come upon us.

The proud have hidden a snare for me, and cords; They have spread a net by the wayside; They have set traps for me. Selah

A day of trumpet and alarm Against the fortified cities And against the high towers.

Then the Pharisees went and plotted how they might entangle Him in His talk.

For I heard many mocking: “Fear on every side!” “Report,” they say, “and we will report it!” All my acquaintances watched for my stumbling, saying, “Perhaps he can be induced; Then we will prevail against him, And we will take our revenge on him.”

Shall evil be repaid for good? For they have dug a pit for my life. Remember that I stood before You To speak good for them, To turn away Your wrath from them.

“For I have heard a voice as of a woman in labor, The anguish as of her who brings forth her first child, The voice of the daughter of Zion bewailing herself; She spreads her hands, saying, ‘Woe is me now, for my soul is weary Because of murderers!’

Lift up your voice, O daughter of Gallim! Cause it to be heard as far as Laish— O poor Anathoth!

Those also who seek my life lay snares for me; Those who seek my hurt speak of destruction, And plan deception all the day long.

The proud have dug pits for me, Which is not according to Your law.

‘For among My people are found wicked men; They lie in wait as one who sets snares; They set a trap; They catch men.

And let that man be like the cities Which the Lord overthrew, and did not relent; Let him hear the cry in the morning And the shouting at noon,

I said to the Lord: “You are my God; Hear the voice of my supplications, O Lord.

Look on my right hand and see, For there is no one who acknowledges me; Refuge has failed me; No one cares for my soul.




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