Jérémie 15:7

7 Je les vanne avec le vent aux portes du pays; Je prive d'enfants, je fais périr mon peuple, Qui ne s'est pas détourné de ses voies.

Jérémie 15:7 Meaning and Commentary

Jeremiah 15:7

I will fan them with a fan in the gates of the land
Either of their own land, the land of Judea; and so the Septuagint version, "in the gates of my people"; alluding to the custom of winnowing corn in open places; and by fanning is meant the dispersion of the Jews, and their being carried captive out of their own land into other countries: or of the land of the enemy, into their cities, as the Targum paraphrases it; gates being put for them frequently; whither they should be scattered by the fan of the Lord; for what was done by the enemy, as an instrument, is ascribed to him: I will bereave them of children;
which shall die of famine, or pestilence, or by the sword, or in captivity: I will destroy my people; which must be when children are cut off, by which families, towns, cities, and kingdoms, are continued and kept up; and this he was resolved to do, though they were his people: since they return not from their ways;
their evil ways, which they had gone into, forsaking the ways of God, and his worship: or, yet they return not from their ways
^F4; though fanned with the fan of affliction, bereaved of their children, and threatened with destruction: it expresses their obstinate continuance in their evil ways, and the reason of God's dealing with them as above.

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FOOTNOTES:

F4 (wbv al Mhykrdm) "et tamen a viis suis non sunt reversi", V. L. Diodatus, Genevenses.

Jérémie 15:7 In-Context

5 Qui aura pitié de toi, Jérusalem, Qui te plaindra? Qui ira s'informer de ton état?

6 Tu m'as abandonné, dit l'Eternel, tu es allée en arrière; Mais j'étends ma main sur toi, et je te détruis, Je suis las d'avoir compassion.

7 Je les vanne avec le vent aux portes du pays; Je prive d'enfants, je fais périr mon peuple, Qui ne s'est pas détourné de ses voies.

8 Ses veuves sont plus nombreuses que les grains de sable de la mer; J'amène sur eux, sur la mère du jeune homme, Le dévastateur en plein midi; Je fais soudain tomber sur elle l'angoisse et la terreur.

9 Celle qui avait enfanté sept fils est désolée, Elle rend l'âme; Son soleil se couche quand il est encore jour; Elle est confuse, couverte de honte. Ceux qui restent, je les livre à l'épée devant leurs ennemis, Dit l'Eternel.