18 My joy is gone, grief is upon me,
my heart is sick.
19 Hark, the cry of my poor people
from far and wide in the land:
Is the Lord not in Zion?
Is her King not in her?
(Why have they provoked me to anger with their images,
with their foreign idols?)
20 The harvest is past, the summer is ended,
and we are not saved.
21 For the hurt of my poor people I am hurt,
I mourn, and dismay has taken hold of me.
22 Is there no balm in Gilead?
Is there no physician there?
Why then has the health of my poor people
not been restored?
and my eyes a fountain of tears,
so that I might weep day and night
for the slain of my poor people!
a travellers lodging-place,
that I might leave my people
and go away from them!
For they are all adulterers,
a band of traitors.
3 They bend their tongues like bows;
they have grown strong in the land for falsehood, and not for truth;
for they proceed from evil to evil,
and they do not know me, says the Lord.
4 Beware of your neighbours,
and put no trust in any of your kin;*
for all your kin* are supplanters,
and every neighbour goes around like a slanderer.
5 They all deceive their neighbours,
and no one speaks the truth;
they have taught their tongues to speak lies;
they commit iniquity and are too weary to repent.*
6 Oppression upon oppression, deceit* upon deceit!
They refuse to know me, says the Lord.
The New Revised Standard Version (Anglicized Edition), copyright 1989, 1995 by the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
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