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JeremiaKapitel 20

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Now Pashhur son of Immer, the priest who was chief officer in the house of the LORD, heard Jeremiah prophesying these things.
So Pashhur had Jeremiah the prophet beaten and put in the stocks at the Upper Benjamin Gate of the house of the LORD.
The next morning, when Pashhur released him from the stocks, Jeremiah said to him: "The LORD does not call you Pashhur, but Terror on Every Side." [footnote: Hebrew Magor-Missabib, 'Terror on Every Side'; the same phrase recurs in verse 10.]
For this is what the LORD says: I am making you a terror to yourself and to all who love you. They will fall by the sword of their enemies while your own eyes look on. All Judah I will hand over to the king of Babylon, who will carry them off to Babylon and strike them down with the sword.
I will hand over all the wealth of this city, all its earnings, all its treasures, and all the riches of the kings of Judah to their enemies. They will plunder them, seize them, and carry them off to Babylon.
And you, Pashhur, and all who live in your house will go into exile. You will go to Babylon, and there you will die, and there you will be buried—you and all who love you, to whom you prophesied lies."
You enticed me, LORD, and I was enticed; you overpowered me and prevailed. I have become a laughingstock all day long; everyone mocks me.
Whenever I speak, I have to cry out; I shout, "Violence and ruin!" So the word of the LORD has brought me nothing but insult and derision all day long.
And when I say, "I will not mention him or speak any more in his name," then his word is like a fire burning in my heart, shut up in my bones. I grow weary of holding it in—I cannot.
I hear many whispering, "Terror on every side! Denounce him! Let us denounce him!" All my trusted friends watch for me to stumble: "Perhaps he can be tricked; then we will prevail against him and take our revenge on him."
But the LORD is with me like a mighty warrior; therefore my persecutors will stumble and not prevail. They will be utterly disgraced, for they have not succeeded; their everlasting shame will never be forgotten.
LORD of hosts, who tests the righteous and sees the heart and mind, let me see your vengeance upon them, for to you I have committed my cause.
Sing to the LORD! Praise the LORD! For he has rescued the life of the needy from the hand of evildoers.
Cursed be the day I was born! May the day my mother bore me never be blessed.
Cursed be the man who brought my father the news, who said, "A son is born to you!"—and made him glad.
May that man be like the cities the LORD overthrew without relenting. May he hear screaming in the morning and the battle cry at noon,
because he did not kill me in the womb, so that my mother would have been my grave and her womb forever great with child.
Why did I ever come out of the womb, only to see trouble and sorrow and end my days in shame?
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