We looked for peace, but no good came, for a time of healing, but behold, terror.
"The snorting of their horses is heard from Dan; at the sound of the neighing of their stallions the whole land quakes. They come and devour the land and all that fills it, the city and those who dwell in it.
For behold, I am sending among you serpents, adders which cannot be charmed, and they shall bite you," says the LORD.
My grief is beyond healing, my heart is sick within me.
Hark, the cry of the daughter of my people from the length and breadth of the land: "Is the LORD not in Zion? Is her King not in her?" "Why have they provoked me to anger with their graven images, and with their foreign idols?"
"The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved."
For the wound of the daughter of my people is my heart wounded, I mourn, and dismay has taken hold on me.
Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then has the health of the daughter of my people not been restored?