Jeremiah 8
18 O my Comforter[a] in sorrow, 18 my heart is faint within me.
19 Listen to the cry of my people 19 from a land far away: 19 "Is the Lord not in Zion? 19 Is her King no longer there?" 19 "Why have they provoked me to anger with their images, 19 with their worthless foreign idols?"
20 "The harvest is past, 20 the summer has ended, 20 and we are not saved."
21 Since my people are crushed, I am crushed; 21 I mourn, and horror grips me.
22 Is there no balm in Gilead? 22 Is there no physician there? 22 Why then is there no healing 22 for the wound of my people?
Jeremiah 9
1 Oh, that my head were a spring of water 1 and my eyes a fountain of tears! 1 I would weep day and night 1 for the slain of my people.
