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Rh dwell in thy house shall go into captivity; and thou shalt come to Babylon, and there thou shalt die, and there shalt thou be buried, thou, and all thy friends, to whom thou hast prophesied falsely.'


 * O, Thou hast enticed me, and I was enticed,
 * Thou hast overcome me, and hast prevailed;
 * I am become a laughing-stock all the day,
 * Every one mocketh me.
 * For as often as I speak, I cry out,
 * I cry: 'Violence and spoil';
 * Because the word of the is made
 * A reproach unto me, and a derision, all the day.
 * And if I say: 'I will not make mention of Him,
 * Nor speak any more in His name',
 * Then there is in my heart as it were a burning fire
 * Shut up in my bones,
 * And I weary myself to hold it in,
 * But cannot.
 * For I have heard the whispering of many,
 * Terror on every side:
 * 'Denounce, and we will denounce him';
 * Even of all my familiar friends,
 * Them that watch for my halting:
 * 'Peradventure he will be enticed, and we shall prevail against him,
 * And we shall take our revenge on him.'
 * But the is with me as a mighty warrior;
 * Therefore my persecutors shall stumble, and they shall not prevail;
 * They shall be greatly ashamed, because they have not prospered,
 * Even with an everlasting confusion which shall never be forgotten.
 * But, O of hosts, that triest the righteous,
 * That seest the reins and the heart,
 * Let me see Thy vengeance on them;
 * For unto Thee have I revealed my cause.


 * Sing unto the ,
 * Praise ye the ;
 * For He hath delivered the soul of the needy
 * From the hand of evil-doers.


 * Cursed be the day
 * Wherein I was born;
 * The day wherein my mother bore me,
 * Let it not be blessed.
 * Cursed be the man who brought tidings
 * To my father, saying:
 * 'A man-child is born unto thee';
 * Making him very glad.
 * And let that man be as the cities
 * Which the overthrew, and repented not;
 * And let him hear a cry in the morning,
 * And an alarm at noontide;
 * Because He slew me not from the womb;
 * And so my mother would have been my grave,
 * And her womb always great.
 * Wherefore came I forth out of the womb
 * To see labour and sorrow,
 * That my days should be consumed in shame?

The word which came unto Jeremiah from the, when king Zedekiah sent unto him Pashhur the son of Malchiah, and Zephaniah the son of Maaseiah the priest,