The Word of The LordI abandon my house,
cast off my heritage;
The beloved of my soul I deliver
into the hand of her foes.
My heritage has turned on me
like a lion in the jungle;
Because she has roared against me,
I treat her as an enemy.
My heritage is a prey for hyenas,
is surrounded by vultures;
Come, gather together, all you beasts of the field,
come and eat!
Many shepherds have ravaged my vineyard,
have trodden my heritage underfoot;
The portion that delighted me they have turned into a desert waste!
They have made it a mournful waste,
desolate it lies before me,
Desolate, all the land,
because no one takes it to heart.
Upon every desert height
brigands have come up.
The Lord has a sword which consumes
the land, from end to end;
no peace for all mankind.
They have sown wheat and reaped thorns,
they have tired themselves out to no purpose!
They recoil before their harvest,
The Flaming anger of The Lord.
-Jeremiah 13: 7-13Linkback:
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