Jeremiah 8:18 - 9:2

My sorrow is beyond healing;

My heart is faint within me!

Behold, the sound! The cry of the daughter of my people from a distant land:

“Is Yahweh not in Zion? Is her King not within her?”

“Why have they provoked Me to anger with their graven images, with foreign idols?”

“Harvest is past, summer is ended,

And we are not saved.”

For the brokenness of the daughter of my people I am broken;

I mourn, desolation has taken hold of me.

Is there no balm in Gilead?

Is there no physician there?

Why then has not the health of the daughter of my people gone up?

Oh that my head were waters

And my eyes a fountain of tears,

That I might weep day and night

For the slain of the daughter of my people!

Oh that I had in the desert

A travelers’ lodging place,

That I might leave my people

And go from them!

For all of them are adulterers,

A solemn assembly of treacherous men.