¹⁸ There is no cure for my grief,
    and my heart is faint within me.
¹⁹ Listen to the cry of distress
    from my people in a distant land.
“Is the Lord no longer in Zion?
    Is her king no longer in their midst?”
(Why do they provoke me with their idols
    and with their foreign gods?)
²⁰ “The time of harvest is past,
    the summer is at an end,
    and we are not saved.”