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Jeremiah 14:3

New Living Translation

The nobles send servants to get water, but all the wells are dry. The servants return with empty pitchers, confused and desperate, covering their heads in grief.

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David walked up the road to the Mount of Olives, weeping as he went. His head was covered and his feet were bare as a sign of mourning. And the people who were with him covered their heads and wept as they climbed the hill.

The king covered his face with his hands and kept on crying, “O my son Absalom! O Absalom, my son, my son!”

But after a while the brook dried up, for there was no rainfall anywhere in the land.

“Don’t listen to Hezekiah! These are the terms the king of Assyria is offering: Make peace with me—open the gates and come out. Then each of you can continue eating from your own grapevine and fig tree and drinking from your own well.

Afterward Mordecai returned to the palace gate, but Haman hurried home dejected and completely humiliated.

They count on it but are disappointed. When they arrive, their hopes are dashed.

May my accusers be clothed with disgrace; may their humiliation cover them like a cloak.

May those who try to destroy me be humiliated and put to shame. May those who take delight in my trouble be turned back in disgrace.

The ground is parched and cracked for lack of rain. The farmers are deeply troubled; they, too, cover their heads.

Why then does my suffering continue? Why is my wound so incurable? Your help seems as uncertain as a seasonal brook, like a spring that has gone dry.”

“For my people have done two evil things: They have abandoned me— the fountain of living water. And they have dug for themselves cracked cisterns that can hold no water at all!

In despair, you will be led into exile with your hands on your heads, for the Lord has rejected the nations you trust. They will not help you at all.

But the Lord stands beside me like a great warrior. Before him my persecutors will stumble. They cannot defeat me. They will fail and be thoroughly humiliated. Their dishonor will never be forgotten.

That’s why even the spring rains have failed. For you are a brazen prostitute and completely shameless.

The parched tongues of their little ones stick to the roofs of their mouths in thirst. The children cry for bread, but no one has any to give them.

Otherwise, I will strip her as naked as she was on the day she was born. I will leave her to die of thirst, as in a dry and barren wilderness.

Even the wild animals cry out to you because the streams have dried up, and fire has consumed the wilderness pastures.

“I kept the rain from falling when your crops needed it the most. I sent rain on one town but withheld it from another. Rain fell on one field, while another field withered away.

People staggered from town to town looking for water, but there was never enough. But still you would not return to me,” says the Lord.

Any nation in the world that refuses to come to Jerusalem to worship the King, the Lord of Heaven’s Armies, will have no rain.




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