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17For, behold, I will send serpents, basilisks, among you,
Which will not be charmed;
And they shall bite you, saith the Lord.
18Though I would take comfort against sorrow,
My heart is faint within me.
19Behold the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people
From a land far off:
'Is not the Lord in Zion?
Is not her King in her?'—
'Why have they provoked Me with their graven images,
And with strange vanities?'—
20'The harvest is past, the summer is ended,
And we are not saved.'
21For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I seized with anguish;
I am black, appalment hath taken hold on me.
22Is there no balm in Gilead?
Is there no physician there?
Why then is not the health
Of the daughter of my people recovered?
23Oh that my head were waters,
And mine eyes a fountain of tears,
That I might weep day and night
For the slain of the daughter of my people!
9Oh that I were in the wilderness,
In a lodging-place of wayfaring men,
That I might leave my people,
And go from them!
For they are all adulterers,
An assembly of treacherous men.
2And they bend their tongue, their bow of falsehood;
And they are grown mighty in the land, but not for truth;
For they proceed from evil to evil,
And Me they know not,
Saith the Lord.
3Take ye heed every one of his neighbour,
And trust ye not in any brother;
For every brother acteth subtly,
And every neighbour goeth about with slanders.
4And they deceive every one his neighbour,
And truth they speak not;
They have taught their tongue to speak lies,
They weary themselves to commit iniquity.
5Thy habitation is in the midst of deceit;
Through deceit they refuse to know Me,
Saith the Lord.
6Therefore thus saith the Lord of hosts:
Behold, I will smelt them, and try them;
For how else should I do,
Because of the daughter of My people?
7Their tongue is a sharpened arrow,
It speaketh deceit;
One speaketh peaceably to his neighbour with his mouth,
But in his heart he layeth wait for him.
8Shall I not punish them for these things?
Saith the Lord;
Shall not My soul be avenged
On such a nation as this?
9For the mountains will I take up a weeping and wailing,
And for the pastures of the wilderness a lamentation,
Because they are burned up, so that none passeth through,