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Jeremiah 9:10

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I will weep for the mountains and wail for the wilderness pastures. For they are desolate and empty of life; the lowing of cattle is heard no more; the birds and wild animals have all fled.

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You will be a new threshing instrument with many sharp teeth. You will tear your enemies apart, making chaff of mountains.

“Even the most desolate parts of your abandoned land will soon be crowded with your people. Your enemies who enslaved you will be far away.

“Many rulers have ravaged my vineyard, trampling down the vines and turning all its beauty into a barren wilderness.

They have made it an empty wasteland; I hear its mournful cry. The whole land is desolate, and no one even cares.

How long must this land mourn? Even the grass in the fields has withered. The wild animals and birds have disappeared because of the evil in the land. For the people have said, “The Lord doesn’t see what’s ahead for us!”

The wild donkeys stand on the bare hills panting like thirsty jackals. They strain their eyes looking for grass, but there is none to be found.”

Strong lions have roared against him, and the land has been destroyed. The towns are now in ruins, and no one lives in them anymore.

They did not ask, ‘Where is the Lord who brought us safely out of Egypt and led us through the barren wilderness— a land of deserts and pits, a land of drought and death, where no one lives or even travels?’

For the land is full of adultery, and it lies under a curse. The land itself is in mourning— its wilderness pastures are dried up. For they all do evil and abuse what power they have.

For a nation will attack her from the north and bring such destruction that no one will live there again. Everything will be gone; both people and animals will flee.

Shave your head in mourning, and weep alone on the mountains. For the Lord has rejected and forsaken this generation that has provoked his fury.’

My grief is beyond healing; my heart is broken.

“For all these things I weep; tears flow down my cheeks. No one is here to comfort me; any who might encourage me are far away. My children have no future, for the enemy has conquered us.”

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.

For Jerusalem is empty and desolate, a place haunted by jackals.

“Or suppose I were to send wild animals to invade the country, kill the people, and make the land too desolate and dangerous to pass through.

“Son of man, sing a funeral song for Tyre,

For forty years not a soul will pass that way, neither people nor animals. It will be completely uninhabited.

I will completely destroy the land and demolish her pride. Her arrogant power will come to an end. The mountains of Israel will be so desolate that no one will even travel through them.

Wherever you live there will be desolation, and I will destroy your pagan shrines. Your altars will be demolished, your idols will be smashed, your places of worship will be torn down, and all the religious objects you have made will be destroyed.

That is why your land is in mourning, and everyone is wasting away. Even the wild animals, the birds of the sky, and the fish of the sea are disappearing.

Dress yourselves in burlap and weep, you priests! Wail, you who serve before the altar! Come, spend the night in burlap, you ministers of my God. For there is no grain or wine to offer at the Temple of your God.

Lord, help us! The fire has consumed the wilderness pastures, and flames have burned up all the trees.

Listen, you people of Israel! Listen to this funeral song I am singing:

Therefore, this is what the Lord, the Lord God of Heaven’s Armies, says: “There will be crying in all the public squares and mourning in every street. Call for the farmers to weep with you, and summon professional mourners to wail.

In that day your enemies will make fun of you by singing this song of despair about you: “We are finished, completely ruined! God has confiscated our land, taking it from us. He has given our fields to those who betrayed us.”

Because of you, Mount Zion will be plowed like an open field; Jerusalem will be reduced to ruins! A thicket will grow on the heights where the Temple now stands.




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