"See, I will send venomous snakes1 among you, vipers that cannot be charmed,2 and they will bite you," declares the LORD.
O my Comfortera in sorrow, my heart is faint3 within me.
Listen to the cry of my people from a land far away:4 "Is the LORD not in Zion? Is her King5 no longer there?" "Why have they provoked6 me to anger with their images, with their worthless7 foreign idols?"820
"The harvest is past, the summer has ended, and we are not saved."
Since my people are crushed,9 I am crushed; I mourn,10 and horror grips me.
Is there no balm in Gilead?11 Is there no physician12 there? Why then is there no healing13 for the wound of my people?