JeremiaKapitel 4

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If you return, Israel, declares the LORD, return to me. If you remove your detestable idols from my presence and no longer stray,
and if you swear, "As the LORD lives," in truth, in justice, and in righteousness, then the nations will be blessed in him, and in him they will boast.
For this is what the LORD says to the people of Judah and to Jerusalem: Break up your fallow ground, and do not sow among thorns.
Circumcise yourselves to the LORD; remove the foreskin of your hearts, people of Judah and inhabitants of Jerusalem, or my wrath will break out like fire and burn with no one to quench it, because of the evil of your deeds.
Announce it in Judah, proclaim it in Jerusalem, and say: Blow the trumpet through the land! Cry aloud and say: Gather together! Let us flee to the fortified cities!
Raise a signal toward Zion! Take flight, do not stand still! For I am bringing disaster from the north, and terrible destruction.
A lion has come up from his thicket; a destroyer of nations has set out. He has left his place to lay your land waste; your cities will be ruins, without an inhabitant.
For this, put on sackcloth, mourn and wail, for the burning anger of the LORD has not turned away from us.
On that day, declares the LORD, the heart of the king will fail, and the heart of the officials; the priests will be appalled and the prophets astounded.
Then I said, "Ah, Lord GOD! How completely you have deceived this people and Jerusalem, saying, 'You will have peace,' while the sword reaches to the throat!"
At that time it will be said to this people and to Jerusalem: A scorching wind from the barren heights of the desert blows toward the daughter of my people—not to winnow, not to cleanse—
a wind far stronger than these comes from me. Now I will pronounce my judgments against them.
Look! He comes up like clouds; his chariots are like a whirlwind, his horses swifter than eagles. Woe to us, for we are ruined!
Wash the evil from your heart, Jerusalem, so that you may be saved. How long will you harbor wicked schemes within you?
A voice declares from Dan, proclaiming disaster from the hill country of Ephraim.
Warn the nations, announce it concerning Jerusalem: Besiegers are coming from a distant land; they raise their war cry against the cities of Judah.
They surround her like watchmen over a field, because she has rebelled against me, declares the LORD.
Your ways and your deeds have brought this upon you. This is your calamity—how bitter it is, how it pierces your very heart!
My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain. Oh, the walls of my heart! My heart pounds within me; I cannot keep silent, for my very soul has heard the sound of the trumpet, the battle cry.
Disaster upon disaster is announced; the whole land is laid waste. In an instant my tents are destroyed, my curtains in a moment.
How long must I see the signal and hear the sound of the trumpet?
For my people are foolish; they do not know me. They are senseless children with no understanding. They are skilled at doing evil, but they do not know how to do good.
I looked at the earth, and it was formless and empty; and at the heavens, and their light was gone.
I looked at the mountains, and they were quaking; all the hills were reeling.
I looked, and there was no one at all; every bird of the sky had fled.
I looked, and the fruitful land was a desert; all its cities were torn down before the LORD, before his burning anger.
For this is what the LORD says: The whole land will be desolate, though I will not destroy it completely.
For this the earth will mourn and the heavens above grow dark, because I have spoken and I have purposed; I will not relent, and I will not turn back.
At the sound of horsemen and archers, every town takes flight. They creep into thickets and climb among the rocks. Every town is abandoned; no one lives in them.
And you, devastated one—what are you doing, dressing in scarlet, adorning yourself with gold, enlarging your eyes with paint? You beautify yourself in vain. Your lovers despise you; they seek your life.
For I hear a cry like a woman in labor, anguish like one giving birth to her first child—the cry of the daughter of Zion, gasping for breath, stretching out her hands: "Woe to me! I am fainting before my killers."