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1 If thou wilt re­turn, O Is­rael, saith the LORD, re­turn unto me: and if thou wilt put away thine abom­i­na­tions out of my sight, then shalt thou not re­move. 2 And thou shalt swear, The LORD liveth, in truth, in judg­ment, and in righ­teous­ness; and the na­tions shall bless them­selves in him, and in him shall they glo­ry. 3 For thus saith the LORD to the men of Ju­dah and Jerusalem, Break up your fal­low ground, and sow not among thorns. 4 Cir­cum­cise your­selves to the LORD, and take away the fore­skins of your heart, ye men of Ju­dah and in­hab­i­tants of Jerusalem: lest my fury come forth like fire, and burn that none can quench it, be­cause of the evil of your do­ings. 5 De­clare ye in Ju­dah, and pub­lish in Jerusalem; and say, Blow ye the trum­pet in the land: cry, gath­er to­geth­er, and say, As­sem­ble your­selves, and let us go into the de­fenced cities. 6 Set up the stan­dard to­ward Zion: re­tire, stay not: for I will bring evil from the north, and a great de­struc­tion. 7 The lion is come up from his thick­et, and the de­stroy­er of the Gen­tiles is on his way; he is gone forth from his place to make thy land des­o­late; and thy cities shall be laid waste, with­out an in­hab­i­tant. 8 For this gird you with sack­cloth, lament and howl: for the fierce anger of the LORD is not turned back from us. 9 And it shall come to pass at that day, saith the LORD, that the heart of the king shall per­ish, and the heart of the princes; and the priests shall be as­ton­ished, and the prophets shall won­der. 10 Then said I, Ah, Lord GOD! sure­ly thou hast great­ly de­ceived this peo­ple and Jerusalem, say­ing, Ye shall have peace; where­as the sword rea­cheth unto the soul. 11 At that time shall it be said to this peo­ple and to Jerusalem, A dry wind of the high places in the wilder­ness to­ward the daugh­ter of my peo­ple, not to fan, nor to cleanse, 12 Even a full wind from those places shall come unto me: now also will I give sen­tence against them. 13 Be­hold, he shall come up as clouds, and his char­i­ots shall be as a whirl­wind: his hors­es are swifter than ea­gles. Woe unto us! for we are spoiled. 14 O Jerusalem, wash thine heart from wicked­ness, that thou mayest be saved. How long shall thy vain thoughts lodge with­in thee? 15 For a voice de­clareth from Dan, and pub­lisheth af­flic­tion from mount Ephraim. 16 Make ye men­tion to the na­tions; be­hold, pub­lish against Jerusalem, that watch­ers come from a far coun­try, and give out their voice against the cities of Ju­dah. 17 As keep­ers of a field, are they against her round about; be­cause she hath been re­bel­lious against me, saith the LORD. 18 Thy way and thy do­ings have pro­cured these things unto thee; this is thy wicked­ness, be­cause it is bit­ter, be­cause it rea­cheth unto thine heart. 19 My bow­els, my bow­els! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I can­not hold my peace, be­cause thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trum­pet, the alarm of war. 20 De­struc­tion upon de­struc­tion is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: sud­den­ly are my tents spoiled, and my cur­tains in a mo­ment. 21 How long shall I see the stan­dard, and hear the sound of the trum­pet? 22 For my peo­ple is fool­ish, they have not known me; they are sot­tish chil­dren, and they have none un­der­stand­ing: they are wise to do evil, but to do good they have no knowl­edge. 23 I be­held the earth, and, lo, it was with­out form, and void; and the heav­ens, and they had no light. 24 I be­held the moun­tains, and, lo, they trem­bled, and all the hills moved light­ly. 25 I be­held, and, lo, there was no man, and all the birds of the heav­ens were fled. 26 I be­held, and, lo, the fruit­ful place was a wilder­ness, and all the cities there­of were bro­ken down at the pres­ence of the LORD, and by his fierce anger. 27 For thus hath the LORD said, The whole land shall be des­o­late; yet will I not make a full end. 28 For this shall the earth mourn, and the heav­ens above be black: be­cause I have spo­ken it, I have pur­posed it, and will not re­pent, nei­ther will I turn back from it. 29 The whole city shall flee for the noise of the horse­men and bow­men; they shall go into thick­ets, and climb up upon the rocks: ev­ery city shall be for­sak­en, and not a man dwell there­in. 30 And when thou art spoiled, what wilt thou do? Though thou clothest thy­self with crim­son, though thou deck­est thee with or­na­ments of gold, though thou rentest thy face with paint­ing, in vain shalt thou make thy­self fair; thy lovers will de­spise thee, they will seek thy life. 31 For I have heard a voice as of a wom­an in tra­vail, and the an­guish as of her that bringeth forth her first child, the voice of the daugh­ter of Zion, that be­waileth her­self, that spread­eth her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul is wea­ried be­cause of mur­der­ers.