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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)
Yet it is I, Lord, that hold thy warrant; with favour thou regardest me, hast proof of my heart’s loyalty; wilt thou not herd them together like sheep, and mark them down for slaughter? (Jeremiah 12, 3)
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)
Out upon them, the Lord says, the shepherds who ravage and disperse my flock, sheep of my own pasturing! (Jeremiah 23, 1)
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)
With such words as these thou shalt prophesy to them: From on high, from his holy dwelling-place, the Lord makes his voice heard, terrible as lion roaring; as roar of lion against sheep-fold, and that fold his own! Loud echoes his vintage-cry as he treads down all the dwellers on earth; (Jeremiah 25, 30)
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)
