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?
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and my eyes a fountain of tears,
so that I might weep day and night
for the slain of my poor people!
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4 Hear this, you that trample on the needy,
and bring to ruin the poor of the land,
5 saying, When will the new moon be over
so that we may sell grain;
and the sabbath,
so that we may offer wheat for sale?
We will make the ephah small and the shekel great,
and practise deceit with false balances,
6 buying the poor for silver
and the needy for a pair of sandals,
and selling the sweepings of the wheat.
7 The Lord has sworn by the pride of Jacob:
Surely I will never forget any of their deeds.
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