Jeremiah 4:19-31

Jeremiah 4:19-31

[19] My bowels,  I am pained  at my very  heart;  maketh a noise  in me; I cannot hold my peace,  because thou hast heard,  O my soul,  the sound  of the trumpet,  the alarm  of war.  [20] Destruction  is cried;  for the whole land  is spoiled:  suddenly  are my tents  spoiled,  and my curtains  in a moment.  [21] How long shall I see  the standard,  and hear  the sound  of the trumpet?  [22] For my people  is foolish,  they have not known  me; they are sottish  children,  and they have none understanding:  they are wise  to do evil,  but to do good  they have no knowledge.  [23] I beheld  the earth,  and, lo, it was without form,  and void;  and the heavens,  and they had no light.  [24] I beheld  the mountains,  and, lo, they trembled,  and all the hills  moved lightly.  [25] I beheld,  and, lo, there was no man,  and all the birds  of the heavens  were fled.  [26] I beheld,  and, lo, the fruitful place  was a wilderness,  and all the cities  thereof were broken down  at the presence  of the LORD,  and by his fierce  anger.  [27] For thus hath the LORD  said,  The whole land  shall be desolate;  yet will I not make  a full end.  [28] For this shall the earth  mourn,  and the heavens  above  be black:  because I have spoken  it, I have purposed  it, and will not repent,  neither will I turn back  [29] The whole city  shall flee  for the noise  of the horsemen  and bowmen;  they shall go  into thickets,  and climb up  upon the rocks:  every city  shall be forsaken,  and not a man  dwell  therein.  [30] And when thou art spoiled,  what wilt thou do?  Though thou clothest  thyself with crimson,  though thou deckest  thee with ornaments  of gold,  though thou rentest  thy face  with painting,  in vain  shalt thou make thyself fair;  thy lovers  will despise  thee, they will seek  thy life.  [31] For I have heard  a voice  as of a woman in travail,  and the anguish  as of her that bringeth forth her first child,  the voice  of the daughter  of Zion,  that bewaileth  herself, that spreadeth  her hands,  saying, Woe  is me now! for my soul  is wearied  because of murderers.