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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)
And for Edom, this. No more is Theman wise, as of old, says the Lord of hosts; the prudence of that breed is lost, its wisdom all gone to waste. (Jeremiah 49, 7)
Alas, we sought a cure for Babylon, but curing her there was none; time it is we left her, and went back each to his own land; towers heaven-high the measure of her punishment, and is lost among the clouds. (Jeremiah 51, 9)
Of all I had, the Lord has taken away the noblest; lost to me, all the flower of my chivalry, under his strict audit; Sion, poor maid, here was a wine-press well trodden down! (Lamentations 1, 15)
Pray you, should I not weep? Fountains these eyes are, that needs must flow; comforter is none at hand, that should revive my spirits. Lost to me, all those sons of mine, outmatched by their enemy. (Lamentations 1, 16)
Round my head the waters closed, and I had given myself up for lost, (Lamentations 3, 54)
