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18 My grief has no cure, I am sick at heart.
19 Listen to my people’s cry of distress
out of a distant land:
“Is Adonai no longer in Tziyon?
Is her king no longer there?”

“Why do they provoke me with their idols
and their futile foreign gods?”

20 “The harvest has passed, the summer is over,
and still we are not saved.”

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18 You who are my Comforter[a] in sorrow,
    my heart is faint(A) within me.
19 Listen to the cry of my people
    from a land far away:(B)
“Is the Lord not in Zion?
    Is her King(C) no longer there?”

“Why have they aroused(D) my anger with their images,
    with their worthless(E) foreign idols?”(F)

20 “The harvest is past,
    the summer has ended,
    and we are not saved.”

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Footnotes

  1. Jeremiah 8:18 The meaning of the Hebrew for this word is uncertain.