The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Prophecy of Jeremias
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Chapter 14
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How the Lord answered Jeremias in the matter of the drought.
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Lamentation in Juda, faint hearts and the dress of mourners in the market-place, loud the cry that goes up from Jerusalem!
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Master sends man to fetch water, but when cistern is reached, water is none; back go the pails empty, and disappointed vexation veils its head.
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Vexation, too, and veiled heads among the country folk, so languish the fields for lack of rain;
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hind forsakes its new-born young, out on the plain, because grass has failed it,
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and the wild ass on the hill-side gasps for air, crocodile-fashion,✻ eyes dim with the vain search for pasture.
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What though we have guilt to plead against us? For thy own honour, Lord, bring us aid, rebels so often, yet confessing how we have wronged thee!
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Thou, Israel’s hope, in time of calamity its refuge still, wilt thou pass us by, like stranger in a land that is none of his, like some traveller that will ask for a night’s lodging and be gone?
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Why dost thou hang back like a man irresolute, a warrior that has forgotten his strength? Lord, thy dwelling-place is among us; thy holy name we bear; wilt thou abandon us?
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Hearts ever in love with wandering, never at rest, what answer will the Lord make them? That his favour is not for them; at this hour he keeps their guilt in memory, for all their misdoings calls them to account.
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Nay, the Lord said to me, do not pray for the welfare of such a people as this.
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Fast they, their prayers shall go unheard; offer they burnt-sacrifice and victim, I will have none of it; sword, and famine, and the pestilence shall wear them down.
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Alas, alas, Lord God, said I, here are their prophets telling them they shall never see sword drawn, famine shall be none among them; theirs shall be a land of lasting content.
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These are but false promises, the Lord said, that they utter in my name; warrant they never had from me, nor errand, nor message; of false visions they tell you, and soothsayings, and trickery, and their own hearts’ inventions.
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Here is the Lord’s sentence upon prophets not of his sending, who speak to you in his name of a land unhurt by sword or famine; by sword and famine those prophets shall be devoured.
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Slain by sword and famine, the common folk that listen to them shall lie in the streets of Jerusalem, with none to bury them; wives and sons and daughters shall die with them; their own misdoings shall be a flood to drown them.
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This too thou shalt say to them …✻
… Weep, eyes, day and night, never resting, at the great hurt, the grievous wound she suffers, my people, inviolable till now!
… Weep, eyes, day and night, never resting, at the great hurt, the grievous wound she suffers, my people, inviolable till now!
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Nothing the country-side shews but massacre, nothing the city but faces pinched with famine; prophet and priest are gone, in a land of strangers they must ply their trade✻ now.
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Hast thou abandoned Juda once for all, art thou weary of Sion? Past all healing thou hast wounded us; how we long for better times, and no relief comes to us, for remedy at last, and danger still threatens!
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Lord, we acknowledge our rebelliousness, acknowledge our fathers’ guilt, confess that we have wronged thee;
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for thy own honour, do not shame us, do not drag thy own royal glory in the dust; wilt thou forget, wilt thou annul the covenant that binds thee?
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Grant rain they cannot, the false gods of the heathen, the dumb skies have no showers of their own to give; for these, his creatures, wait we patiently on the Lord our God.
