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Jeremiah 4:11

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The time is coming when the Lord will say to the people of Jerusalem, “My dear people, a burning wind is blowing in from the desert, and it’s not a gentle breeze useful for winnowing grain.

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He will rain down blazing coals and burning sulfur on the wicked, punishing them with scorching winds.

That’s why I said, “Leave me alone to weep; do not try to comfort me. Let me cry for my people as I watch them being destroyed.”

No, but he exiled Israel to call her to account. She was exiled from her land as though blown away in a storm from the east.

You will toss them into the air, and the wind will blow them all away; a whirlwind will scatter them. Then you will rejoice in the Lord. You will glory in the Holy One of Israel.

We are all infected and impure with sin. When we display our righteous deeds, they are nothing but filthy rags. Like autumn leaves, we wither and fall, and our sins sweep us away like the wind.

“I will scatter you like chaff that is blown away by the desert winds.

Now, Jeremiah, say this to them: “Night and day my eyes overflow with tears. I cannot stop weeping, for my virgin daughter—my precious people— has been struck down and lies mortally wounded.

Look! The Lord’s anger bursts out like a storm, a whirlwind that swirls down on the heads of the wicked.

It is a roaring blast sent by me! Now I will pronounce your destruction!”

Listen to the weeping of my people; it can be heard all across the land. “Has the Lord abandoned Jerusalem?” the people ask. “Is her King no longer there?” “Oh, why have they provoked my anger with their carved idols and their worthless foreign gods?” says the Lord.

If only my head were a pool of water and my eyes a fountain of tears, I would weep day and night for all my people who have been slaughtered.

Therefore, this is what the Lord of Heaven’s Armies says: “See, I will melt them down in a crucible and test them like metal. What else can I do with my people?

I have cried until the tears no longer come; my heart is broken. My spirit is poured out in agony as I see the desperate plight of my people. Little children and tiny babies are fainting and dying in the streets.

Tears stream from my eyes because of the destruction of my people!

Tenderhearted women have cooked their own children. They have eaten them to survive the siege.

Even the jackals feed their young, but not my people Israel. They ignore their children’s cries, like ostriches in the desert.

The guilt of my people is greater than that of Sodom, where utter disaster struck in a moment and no hand offered help.

But when the vine is transplanted, will it thrive? No, it will wither away when the east wind blows against it. It will die in the same good soil where it had grown so well.”

But the vine was uprooted in fury and thrown down to the ground. The desert wind dried up its fruit and tore off its strong branches, so that it withered and was destroyed by fire.

Ephraim was the most fruitful of all his brothers, but the east wind—a blast from the Lord— will arise in the desert. All their flowing springs will run dry, and all their wells will disappear. Every precious thing they own will be plundered and carried away.

Therefore, they will disappear like the morning mist, like dew in the morning sun, like chaff blown by the wind, like smoke from a chimney.

So a mighty wind will sweep them away. Their sacrifices to idols will bring them shame.

They sweep past like the wind and are gone. But they are deeply guilty, for their own strength is their god.”

I am raising up the Babylonians, a cruel and violent people. They will march across the world and conquer other lands.

He is ready to separate the chaff from the wheat with his winnowing fork. Then he will clean up the threshing area, gathering the wheat into his barn but burning the chaff with never-ending fire.”

He is ready to separate the chaff from the wheat with his winnowing fork. Then he will clean up the threshing area, gathering the wheat into his barn but burning the chaff with never-ending fire.”




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