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The Prophet’s Grief over the People’s Suffering

18 My joy is gone,
    grief is upon me,
    my heart is sick.
19 Listen! the cry of the daughter of my people,
    far and wide in the land!
“Is the Lord no longer in Zion,
    is her King no longer in her midst?”
Why do they provoke me with their idols,
    with their foreign nonentities?(A)
20 “The harvest is over, the summer ended,
    but we have not yet been saved!”
21 I am broken by the injury of the daughter of my people.
    I am in mourning; horror has seized me.(B)
22 Is there no balm in Gilead,[a]
    no healer there?
Why does new flesh not grow
    over the wound of the daughter of my people?(C)
23 Oh, that my head were a spring of water,
    my eyes a fountain of tears,
That I might weep day and night
    over the slain from the daughter of my people!

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Footnotes

  1. 8:22 Gilead: a region southeast of the Sea of Galilee noted for its healing balm.