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15 Then I said,

Lord, you know what’s happening to me.
    Please step in and help me. Punish my persecutors!
Please give me time; don’t let me die young.
    It’s for your sake that I am suffering.
16 When I discovered your words, I devoured them.
    They are my joy and my heart’s delight,
for I bear your name,
    O Lord God of Heaven’s Armies.
17 I never joined the people in their merry feasts.
    I sat alone because your hand was on me.
    I was filled with indignation at their sins.
18 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.”

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15 You who know, O Yahweh, remember me, and attend to me,
    and take revenge for me against my persecutors in your forbearance.[a]
You must take me away.
    Know that I am carrying disgrace because of you.
16 Your words were found and I ate them,
    and your words became to me as jubilation,
even as the joy of my heart,
    for your name is called on me, O Yahweh God of hosts.
17 I sat not in the assembly of jokers,
    nor did I exult.
Because of the presence[b] of your hand I sat alone,
    for you filled me with indignation.
18 Why is my pain endless, and my wound incurable?
    It refuses to become healed.
Truly you are to me like a deceitful brook,
    waters that are not trustworthy.

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Footnotes

  1. Jeremiah 15:15 Literally “in the length of your nose”
  2. Jeremiah 15:17 Literally “face”