¹⁸ You who are my Comforter^[a] in sorrow,
    my heart is faint^(A) within me.
¹⁹ Listen to the cry of my people
    from a land far away:^(B)
“Is the Lord not in Zion?
    Is her King^(C) no longer there?”

“Why have they aroused^(D) my anger with their images,
    with their worthless^(E) foreign idols?”^(F)

²⁰ “The harvest is past,
    the summer has ended,
    and we are not saved.”

²¹ Since my people are crushed,^(G) I am crushed;
    I mourn,^(H) and horror grips me.
²² Is there no balm in Gilead?^(I)
    Is there no physician^(J) there?
Why then is there no healing^(K)
    for the wound of my people?