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Chapter 9

A Faithless People

Oh, if only my head were a spring of water
    and my eyes a fountain of tears
so that I might weep day and night
    for the slain of the daughter of my people.
Would that I could find in the desert
    a wayside shelter for travelers
so that I might depart from my people
    and leave them far behind.
For all of them are adulterers,
    a faithless mob of traitors.
Their tongues are like devious weapons,
    bent like a drawn bow.
With falsehood rather than truth
    they have gained power in the land.
They commit one crime after another,
    but they do not acknowledge me, says the Lord.
Each of you should be on guard against your neighbor
    and place no trust in a brother.
For everyone seeks to supplant his brother, as Jacob did,
    and every friend is a slanderer.
They all deceive each other;
    no one speaks the truth.
They have trained their tongues in the art of lying;
    immersed in iniquity, they cannot repent.

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