THE LORD has promised;
there will be no grapes on the vine,
no figs on the fig trees.
Even the leaves will be withered;
what I have given them
will be taken away from them.
Why are we just sitting idly here?
It is time to mobilize.
Let us march into the fortified cities
and perish there.
For THE LORD, our GOD, has doomed us
for destruction
and given us poisoned water to drink
because we have sinned against HIM.
We are praying for peace, but to no avail;
for a time of healing,
only to be confronted with terror.
The snorting of horses is heard from Dan;
the neighing of his stallions
causes the entire land to quake.
The enemy is advancing to devour the land
and all that it contains,
the city and those who dwell there.
Behold, I will send against you
venomous snakes that cannot be charmed,
and they will bite you, says THE LORD.
There is no cure for MY grief,
and MY heart is faint within ME.
Listen to the cry of distress
from MY people in a distant land.
"Is THE LORD no longer in Zion?
Is her king no longer in their midst?"
(Why do they provoke ME with their idols
and with their foreign gods?)
"The time of harvest is past,
the summer is at an end,
and we are not saved."
The suffering of my people causes me to
suffer too.
I mourn, overcome with terror.
Is there no more balm in Gilead?
Can no physician be found there?
Why has there not been any progress
to restore the health of my people?
JEREMIAH: CHAPTER 8, VERSES 13 - 22