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Sooner may Ethiop turn white, leopard’s hide unmarked, than Juda unlearn the lesson of ill-doing and amend. (Jeremiah 13, 23)
Lamentation in Juda, faint hearts and the dress of mourners in the market-place, loud the cry that goes up from Jerusalem! (Jeremiah 14, 2)
Not less strange that this people of mine should forget me, and resort to vain sacrifices; that they should find their own paths too rough for them, the tracks marked out so long ago, and journey on instead along by-paths untrodden. (Jeremiah 18, 15)
hark how they lament, shepherds and pride of the flock, for pasture-grounds the Lord has laid waste! (Jeremiah 25, 36)
Way-marks leave behind thee, sad trophies✻ be raising as thou goest, to put thee in mind of the straight road thou hast trodden. Return thou must, poor Israel, return thou must to these, thy own cities; (Jeremiah 31, 21)
Mark well how they declare, the folk among whom thou dwellest,✻ that there are two families✻ the Lord has chosen, and both he has cast off; so that they despise my own people, and no longer count it a nation. (Jeremiah 33, 24)
when I am there to deliver thee; thou art marked out for safety, that didst put thy confidence in me, the Lord says. (Jeremiah 39, 18)
Nay, said he, when you did sacrifice all through Juda and in Jerusalem streets, and your fathers before you, king and noble and plain citizen, be sure the Lord was heeding you, and marked it well. (Jeremiah 44, 21)
But those mercenaries of hers that went to and fro like bullocks full-fed, see how they have turned about and taken flight all at once, none ready to stand his ground! The day has come when they are marked down for slaughter; they shall be called to account at last. (Jeremiah 46, 21)
Shorn heads in Gaza; Ascalon is silent now, silent all their valleys. Long wilt thou bear the marks of thy mourning! (Jeremiah 47, 5)
Be sure she weeps; there in the darkness her cheeks are wet with tears; of all that courted her, none left to console her, all those lovers grown weary of her, and turned into enemies. (Lamentations 1, 2)
Ill might skirts of her robe the defilement conceal; alas, so reckless of her doom, alas, fallen so low, with none to comfort her! Mark it well, Lord; see how humbled I, how exultant my adversary! (Lamentations 1, 9)
