[18] When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint [19] Behold the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people because of them that dwell in a far country: Is not the LORD in Zion? is not her king in her? Why have they provoked me to anger with their graven images, and with strange vanities? [20] The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved. [21] For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold [22] Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there? why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recovered?