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And now must I come to you, and find none to greet me,✻ call you, and hear no answer to my call? What, has arm of mine grown shrunk and shrivelled, lost its power to save? Have I strength no longer to set men free? Nay, with a word I can yet turn sea into desert, dry up rivers, till the fish lie rotting on the banks, dead of thirst; (Isaiah 50, 2)
Theirs to rebuild what long has lain desolate, repair the ruins of past days, restore the forsaken cities that were lost, we thought, for ever. (Isaiah 61, 4)
Ever since the days of our youth all the hopes our fathers had, of flock and herd, of son and daughter, are lost; the worship of shame has cheated us.✻ (Jeremiah 3, 24)
Shamed they needs must be, that did so detestably; shamed, but never ashamed, for indeed they have lost the power to blush;✻ theirs to fall amid the common ruin, crushed to earth, the Lord says, when I call all to account. (Jeremiah 6, 15)
Shamed they needs must be, that did so detestably; shamed, but never ashamed, for indeed they have lost the power to blush; theirs to fall in the common ruin, crushed to earth, the Lord says, when I call all to account).✻ (Jeremiah 8, 12)
Grows the balm in Galaad no more, is the healer’s art lost there, that the people I love should lie wounded, and the wound will not close? (Jeremiah 8, 22)
Lost to thee, the home that once I gave thee; in a land thou knowest not thou shalt be the slave of thy enemies; the fire of anger thou hast kindled in me can never be quenched. (Jeremiah 17, 4)
For the prophets of Samaria how was it I lost all liking?✻ Because they were the spokesmen of Baal, and did but lead Israel astray, that was my people. (Jeremiah 23, 13)
I have not lost sight of my plan for you, the Lord says, and it is your welfare I have in mind, not your undoing; for you, too, I have a destiny and a hope. (Jeremiah 29, 11)
Since those first days of his, ever was Moab too rich; he, that knew not exile, is like a wine that has settled on its lees, never decanted; tang and reek of it were never lost; (Jeremiah 48, 11)
Alas, Moab’s hope is lost; Moab lies conquered. Loud be the cry of lament in Arnon, that tells of fields laid waste; (Jeremiah 48, 20)
Now Carioth✻ is lost, and all the strongholds taken; cowed as woman’s heart in child-bearing are those warrior hearts; (Jeremiah 48, 41)
