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Rh :For, behold, I will send serpents, basilisks, among you,
 * Which will not be charmed;
 * And they shall bite you, saith the.


 * Though I would take comfort against sorrow,
 * My heart is faint within me.
 * Behold the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people
 * From a land far off:
 * 'Is not the in Zion?
 * Is not her King in her?'—
 * 'Why have they provoked Me with their graven images,
 * And with strange vanities?'—
 * 'The harvest is past, the summer is ended,
 * And we are not saved.'
 * For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I seized with anguish;
 * I am black, appalment hath taken hold on me.
 * Is there no balm in Gilead?
 * Is there no physician there?
 * Why then is not the health
 * Of the daughter of my people recovered?
 * Oh that my head were waters,
 * And mine eyes a fountain of tears,
 * That I might weep day and night
 * For the slain of the daughter of my people!


 * Oh that I were in the wilderness,
 * In a lodging-place of wayfaring men,
 * That I might leave my people,
 * And go from them!
 * For they are all adulterers,
 * An assembly of treacherous men.
 * And they bend their tongue, their bow of falsehood;
 * And they are grown mighty in the land, but not for truth;
 * For they proceed from evil to evil,
 * And Me they know not,
 * Saith the.
 * Take ye heed every one of his neighbour,
 * And trust ye not in any brother;
 * For every brother acteth subtly,
 * And every neighbour goeth about with slanders.
 * And they deceive every one his neighbour,
 * And truth they speak not;
 * They have taught their tongue to speak lies,
 * They weary themselves to commit iniquity.
 * Thy habitation is in the midst of deceit;
 * Through deceit they refuse to know Me,
 * Saith the.


 * Therefore thus saith the of hosts:
 * Behold, I will smelt them, and try them;
 * For how else should I do,
 * Because of the daughter of My people?
 * Their tongue is a sharpened arrow,
 * It speaketh deceit;
 * One speaketh peaceably to his neighbour with his mouth,
 * But in his heart he layeth wait for him.
 * Shall I not punish them for these things?
 * Saith the ;
 * Shall not My soul be avenged
 * On such a nation as this?


 * For the mountains will I take up a weeping and wailing,
 * And for the pastures of the wilderness a lamentation,
 * Because they are burned up, so that none passeth through,