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1 Then said the LORD unto me, Though Moses and Samuel stood be­fore me, yet my mind could not be to­ward this peo­ple: cast them out of my sight, and let them go forth. 2 And it shall come to pass, if they say unto thee, Whith­er shall we go forth? then thou shalt tell them, Thus saith the LORD; Such as are for death, to death; and such as are for the sword, to the sword; and such as are for the famine, to the famine; and such as are for the cap­tiv­i­ty, to the cap­tiv­i­ty. 3 And I will ap­point over them four kinds, saith the LORD: the sword to slay, and the dogs to tear, and the fowls of the heav­en, and the beasts of the earth, to de­vour and de­stroy. 4 And I will cause them to be re­moved into all king­doms of the earth, be­cause of Man­asseh the son of Hezeki­ah king of Ju­dah, for that which he did in Jerusalem. 5 For who shall have pity upon thee, O Jerusalem? or who shall be­moan thee? or who shall go aside to ask how thou doest? 6 Thou hast for­sak­en me, saith the LORD, thou art gone back­ward: there­fore will I stretch out my hand against thee, and de­stroy thee; I am weary with re­pent­ing. 7 And I will fan them with a fan in the gates of the land; I will be­reave them of chil­dren, I will de­stroy my peo­ple, since they re­turn not from their ways. 8 Their wid­ows are in­creased to me above the sand of the seas: I have brought upon them against the moth­er of the young men a spoil­er at noon­day: I have caused him to fall upon it sud­den­ly, and ter­rors upon the city. 9 She that hath borne sev­en lan­guisheth: she hath giv­en up the ghost; her sun is gone down while it was yet day: she hath been ashamed and con­found­ed: and the residue of them will I de­liv­er to the sword be­fore their en­e­mies, saith the LORD. 10 Woe is me, my moth­er, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of con­tention to the whole earth! I have nei­ther lent on usury, nor men have lent to me on usury; yet ev­ery one of them doth curse me. 11 The LORD said, Ver­i­ly it shall be well with thy rem­nant; ver­i­ly I will cause the en­e­my to en­treat thee well in the time of evil and in the time of af­flic­tion. 12 Shall iron break the north­ern iron and the steel? 13 Thy sub­stance and thy trea­sures will I give to the spoil with­out price, and that for all thy sins, even in all thy bor­ders. 14 And I will make thee to pass with thine en­e­mies into a land which thou know­est not: for a fire is kin­dled in mine anger, which shall burn upon you. 15 O LORD, thou know­est: re­mem­ber me, and vis­it me, and re­venge me of my per­se­cu­tors; take me not away in thy long­suf­fer­ing: know that for thy sake I have suf­fered re­buke. 16 Thy words were found, and I did eat them; and thy word was unto me the joy and re­joic­ing of mine heart: for I am called by thy name, O LORD God of hosts. 17 I sat not in the as­sem­bly of the mock­ers, nor re­joiced; I sat alone be­cause of thy hand: for thou hast filled me with in­dig­na­tion. 18 Why is my pain per­pet­u­al, and my wound in­cur­able, which re­fuseth to be healed? wilt thou be al­to­geth­er unto me as a liar, and as wa­ters that fail? 19 There­fore thus saith the LORD, If thou re­turn, then will I bring thee again, and thou shalt stand be­fore me: and if thou take forth the pre­cious from the vile, thou shalt be as my mouth: let them re­turn unto thee; but re­turn not thou unto them. 20 And I will make thee unto this peo­ple a fenced brasen wall: and they shall fight against thee, but they shall not pre­vail against thee: for I am with thee to save thee and to de­liv­er thee, saith the LORD. 21 And I will de­liv­er thee out of the hand of the wicked, and I will re­deem thee out of the hand of the ter­ri­ble.