We looked for peace and no good came: for a time of healing, and behold fear.
The snorting of his horses was heard from Dan, all the land was moved at the sound of the neighing of his warriors: and they came and devoured the land, and all that was in it: the city and its inhabitants.
For behold I will send among you serpents, basilisks, against which there is no charm: and they shall bite you, saith the Lord.
My sorrow is above sorrow, my heart mourneth within me.
Behold the voice of the daughter of my people from a far country: Is not the Lord in Sion, or is not her king in her? why then have they provoked me to wrath with their idols, and strange vanities?
The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.
For the affliction of the daughter of my people I am afflicted, and made sorrowful, astonishment hath taken hold on me.
Is there no balm in Galaad? or is there no physician there? Why then is not the wound of the daughter of my people closed?