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1 Righ­teous art thou, O LORD, when I plead with thee: yet let me talk with thee of thy judg­ments: Where­fore doth the way of the wicked pros­per? wherefore are all they hap­py that deal very treach­er­ous­ly? 2 Thou hast plant­ed them, yea, they have tak­en root: they grow, yea, they bring forth fruit: thou art near in their mouth, and far from their reins. 3 But thou, O LORD, know­est me: thou hast seen me, and tried mine heart to­ward thee: pull them out like sheep for the slaugh­ter, and pre­pare them for the day of slaugh­ter. 4 How long shall the land mourn, and the herbs of ev­ery field with­er, for the wicked­ness of them that dwell there­in? the beasts are con­sumed, and the birds; be­cause they said, He shall not see our last end. 5 If thou hast run with the foot­men, and they have wea­ried thee, then how canst thou con­tend with hors­es? and if in the land of peace, wherein thou trust­edst, they wea­ried thee, then how wilt thou do in the swelling of Jor­dan? 6 For even thy brethren, and the house of thy fa­ther, even they have dealt treach­er­ous­ly with thee; yea, they have called a mul­ti­tude af­ter thee: be­lieve them not, though they speak fair words unto thee. 7 I have for­sak­en mine house, I have left mine her­itage; I have giv­en the dear­ly beloved of my soul into the hand of her en­e­mies. 8 Mine her­itage is unto me as a lion in the for­est; it cri­eth out against me: there­fore have I hat­ed it. 9 Mine her­itage is unto me as a speck­led bird, the birds round about are against her; come ye, as­sem­ble all the beasts of the field, come to de­vour. 10 Many pas­tors have de­stroyed my vine­yard, they have trod­den my por­tion un­der foot, they have made my pleas­ant por­tion a des­o­late wilder­ness. 11 They have made it des­o­late, and being des­o­late it mour­neth unto me; the whole land is made des­o­late, be­cause no man layeth it to heart. 12 The spoil­ers are come upon all high places through the wilder­ness: for the sword of the LORD shall de­vour from the one end of the land even to the other end of the land: no flesh shall have peace. 13 They have sown wheat, but shall reap thorns: they have put them­selves to pain, but shall not prof­it: and they shall be ashamed of your rev­enues be­cause of the fierce anger of the LORD. 14 Thus saith the LORD against all mine evil neigh­bours, that touch the in­her­i­tance which I have caused my peo­ple Is­rael to in­her­it; Be­hold, I will pluck them out of their land, and pluck out the house of Ju­dah from among them. 15 And it shall come to pass, af­ter that I have plucked them out I will re­turn, and have com­pas­sion on them, and will bring them again, ev­ery man to his her­itage, and ev­ery man to his land. 16 And it shall come to pass, if they will dili­gent­ly learn the ways of my peo­ple, to swear by my name, The LORD liveth; as they taught my peo­ple to swear by Baal; then shall they be built in the midst of my peo­ple. 17 But if they will not obey, I will ut­ter­ly pluck up and de­stroy that na­tion, saith the LORD.