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Jeremiah

1 Now Pashur the son of Im­mer the priest, who was also chief gov­er­nor in the house of the LORD, heard that Jeremi­ah proph­e­sied these things. 2 Then Pashur smote Jeremi­ah the prophet, and put him in the stocks that were in the high gate of Ben­jamin, which was by the house of the LORD. 3 And it came to pass on the mor­row, that Pashur brought forth Jeremi­ah out of the stocks. Then said Jeremi­ah unto him, The LORD hath not called thy name Pashur, but Magormiss­abib. 4 For thus saith the LORD, Be­hold, I will make thee a ter­ror to thy­self, and to all thy friends: and they shall fall by the sword of their en­e­mies, and thine eyes shall be­hold it: and I will give all Ju­dah into the hand of the king of Baby­lon, and he shall car­ry them cap­tive into Baby­lon, and shall slay them with the sword. 5 More­over I will de­liv­er all the strength of this city, and all the labours there­of, and all the pre­cious things there­of, and all the trea­sures of the kings of Ju­dah will I give into the hand of their en­e­mies, which shall spoil them, and take them, and car­ry them to Baby­lon. 6 And thou, Pashur, and all that dwell in thine house shall go into cap­tiv­i­ty: and thou shalt come to Baby­lon, and there thou shalt die, and shalt be buried there, thou, and all thy friends, to whom thou hast proph­e­sied lies. 7 O LORD, thou hast de­ceived me, and I was de­ceived: thou art stronger than I, and hast pre­vailed: I am in de­ri­sion dai­ly, ev­ery one mock­eth me. 8 For since I spake, I cried out, I cried vi­o­lence and spoil; be­cause the word of the LORD was made a re­proach unto me, and a de­ri­sion, dai­ly. 9 Then I said, I will not make men­tion of him, nor speak any more in his name. But his word was in mine heart as a burn­ing fire shut up in my bones, and I was weary with for­bear­ing, and I could not stay. 10 For I heard the de­fam­ing of many, fear on ev­ery side. Re­port, say they, and we will re­port it. All my fa­mil­iars watched for my halt­ing, saying, Per­ad­ven­ture he will be en­ticed, and we shall pre­vail against him, and we shall take our re­venge on him. 11 But the LORD is with me as a mighty ter­ri­ble one: there­fore my per­se­cu­tors shall stum­ble, and they shall not pre­vail: they shall be great­ly ashamed; for they shall not pros­per: their ev­er­last­ing con­fu­sion shall nev­er be for­got­ten. 12 But, O LORD of hosts, that tri­est the righ­teous, and seest the reins and the heart, let me see thy vengeance on them: for unto thee have I opened my cause. 13 Sing unto the LORD, praise ye the LORD: for he hath de­liv­ered the soul of the poor from the hand of evil­do­ers. 14 Cursed be the day where­in I was born: let not the day where­in my moth­er bare me be blessed. 15 Cursed be the man who brought tid­ings to my fa­ther, say­ing, A man child is born unto thee; mak­ing him very glad. 16 And let that man be as the cities which the LORD over­threw, and re­pent­ed not: and let him hear the cry in the morn­ing, and the shout­ing at noon­tide; 17 Be­cause he slew me not from the womb; or that my moth­er might have been my grave, and her womb ­to be al­ways great with me. 18 Where­fore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sor­row, that my days should be con­sumed with shame?