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1 At that time, saith the LORD, they shall bring out the bones of the kings of Ju­dah, and the bones of his princes, and the bones of the priests, and the bones of the prophets, and the bones of the in­hab­i­tants of Jerusalem, out of their graves: 2 And they shall spread them be­fore the sun, and the moon, and all the host of heav­en, whom they have loved, and whom they have served, and af­ter whom they have walked, and whom they have sought, and whom they have wor­shipped: they shall not be gath­ered, nor be buried; they shall be for dung upon the face of the earth. 3 And death shall be cho­sen rather than life by all the residue of them that re­main of this evil fam­i­ly, which re­main in all the places whith­er I have driv­en them, saith the LORD of hosts. 4 More­over thou shalt say unto them, Thus saith the LORD; Shall they fall, and not arise? shall he turn away, and not re­turn? 5 Why then is this peo­ple of Jerusalem slid­den back by a per­pet­u­al back­slid­ing? they hold fast de­ceit, they refuse to re­turn. 6 I hear­kened and heard, but they spake not aright: no man re­pent­ed him of his wicked­ness, say­ing, What have I done? ev­ery one turned to his course, as the horse rusheth into the bat­tle. 7 Yea, the stork in the heav­en knoweth her ap­point­ed times; and the tur­tle and the crane and the swal­low ob­serve the time of their com­ing; but my peo­ple know not the judg­ment of the LORD. 8 How do ye say, We are wise, and the law of the LORD is with us? Lo, cer­tain­ly in vain made he it; the pen of the scribes is in vain. 9 The wise men are ashamed, they are dis­mayed and tak­en: lo, they have re­ject­ed the word of the LORD; and what wis­dom is in them? 10 There­fore will I give their wives unto oth­ers, and their fields to them that shall in­her­it them: for ev­ery one from the least even unto the great­est is giv­en to cov­etous­ness, from the prophet even unto the priest ev­ery one dealeth false­ly. 11 For they have healed the hurt of the daugh­ter of my peo­ple slight­ly, say­ing, Peace, peace; when there is no peace. 12 Were they ashamed when they had com­mit­ted abom­i­na­tion? nay, they were not at all ashamed, nei­ther could they blush: there­fore shall they fall among them that fall: in the time of their vis­i­ta­tion they shall be cast down, saith the LORD. 13 I will sure­ly con­sume them, saith the LORD: there shall be no grapes on the vine, nor figs on the fig tree, and the leaf shall fade; and the things that I have giv­en them shall pass away from them. 14 Why do we sit still? as­sem­ble your­selves, and let us en­ter into the de­fenced cities, and let us be silent there: for the LORD our God hath put us to si­lence, and giv­en us wa­ter of gall to drink, be­cause we have sinned against the LORD. 15 We looked for peace, but no good ­came; and for a time of health, and be­hold trou­ble! 16 The snort­ing of his hors­es was heard from Dan: the whole land trem­bled at the sound of the neigh­ing of his strong ones; for they are come, and have de­voured the land, and all that is in it; the city, and those that dwell there­in. 17 For, be­hold, I will send ser­pents, cock­a­tri­ces, among you, which will not be charmed, and they shall bite you, saith the LORD. 18 When I would com­fort my­self against sor­row, my heart is faint in me. 19 Be­hold the voice of the cry of the daugh­ter of my peo­ple be­cause of them that dwell in a far coun­try: Is not the LORD in Zion? is not her king in her? Why have they pro­voked me to anger with their graven im­ages, and with strange van­i­ties? 20 The har­vest is past, the sum­mer is end­ed, and we are not saved. 21 For the hurt of the daugh­ter of my peo­ple am I hurt; I am black; as­ton­ish­ment hath tak­en hold on me. 22 Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physi­cian there? why then is not the health of the daugh­ter of my peo­ple re­cov­ered?