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Jeremiah

1 The word of the LORD that came to Jeremi­ah con­cern­ing the dearth. 2 Ju­dah mour­neth, and the gates there­of lan­guish; they are black unto the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem is gone up. 3 And their no­bles have sent their lit­tle ones to the wa­ters: they came to the pits, and found no wa­ter; they re­turned with their ves­sels emp­ty; they were ashamed and con­found­ed, and cov­ered their heads. 4 Be­cause the ground is chapt, for there was no rain in the earth, the plow­men were ashamed, they cov­ered their heads. 5 Yea, the hind also calved in the field, and for­sook it, be­cause there was no grass. 6 And the wild ass­es did stand in the high places, they snuffed up the wind like drag­ons; their eyes did fail, be­cause there was no grass. 7 O LORD, though our in­iq­ui­ties tes­ti­fy against us, do thou it for thy name's sake: for our back­slid­ings are many; we have sinned against thee. 8 O the hope of Is­rael, the saviour there­of in time of trou­ble, why shouldest thou be as a stranger in the land, and as a way­far­ing man that tur­neth aside to tar­ry for a night? 9 Why shouldest thou be as a man as­tonied, as a mighty man that can­not save? yet thou, O LORD, art in the midst of us, and we are called by thy name; leave us not. 10 Thus saith the LORD unto this peo­ple, Thus have they loved to wan­der, they have not re­frained their feet, there­fore the LORD doth not ac­cept them; he will now re­mem­ber their in­iq­ui­ty, and vis­it their sins. 11 Then said the LORD unto me, Pray not for this peo­ple for their good. 12 When they fast, I will not hear their cry; and when they of­fer burnt of­fer­ing and an obla­tion, I will not ac­cept them: but I will con­sume them by the sword, and by the famine, and by the pesti­lence. 13 Then said I, Ah, Lord GOD! be­hold, the prophets say unto them, Ye shall not see the sword, nei­ther shall ye have famine; but I will give you as­sured peace in this place. 14 Then the LORD said unto me, The prophets proph­esy lies in my name: I sent them not, nei­ther have I com­mand­ed them, nei­ther spake unto them: they proph­esy unto you a false vi­sion and div­ina­tion, and a thing of nought, and the de­ceit of their heart. 15 There­fore thus saith the LORD con­cern­ing the prophets that proph­esy in my name, and I sent them not, yet they say, Sword and famine shall not be in this land; By sword and famine shall those prophets be con­sumed. 16 And the peo­ple to whom they proph­esy shall be cast out in the streets of Jerusalem be­cause of the famine and the sword; and they shall have none to bury them, them, their wives, nor their sons, nor their daugh­ters: for I will pour their wicked­ness upon them. 17 There­fore thou shalt say this word unto them; Let mine eyes run down with tears night and day, and let them not cease: for the vir­gin daugh­ter of my peo­ple is bro­ken with a great breach, with a very grievous blow. 18 If I go forth into the field, then be­hold the slain with the sword! and if I en­ter into the city, then be­hold them that are sick with famine! yea, both the prophet and the priest go about into a land that they know not. 19 Hast thou ut­ter­ly re­ject­ed Ju­dah? hath thy soul lothed Zion? why hast thou smit­ten us, and there is no heal­ing for us? we looked for peace, and there is no good; and for the time of heal­ing, and be­hold trou­ble! 20 We ac­knowl­edge, O LORD, our wicked­ness, and the in­iq­ui­ty of our fa­thers: for we have sinned against thee. 21 Do not ab­hor us, for thy name's sake, do not dis­grace the throne of thy glo­ry: re­mem­ber, break not thy covenant with us. 22 Are there any among the van­i­ties of the Gen­tiles that can cause rain? or can the heav­ens give show­ers? art not thou he, O LORD our God? there­fore we will wait upon thee: for thou hast made all these things.