New International Version
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?
9 [b]1 Oh, that my head were a spring of water
and my eyes a fountain of tears!(L)
I would weep(M) day and night
for the slain of my people.(N)
2 Oh, that I had in the desert(O)
a lodging place for travelers,
so that I might leave my people
and go away from them;
for they are all adulterers,(P)
a crowd of unfaithful(Q) people.