17. “For behold, I will send serpents among you,Vipers which cannot be charmed,And they shall bite you,” says the Lord.
18. I would comfort myself in sorrow;My heart is faint in me.
19. Listen! The voice,The cry of the daughter of my peopleFrom a far country:“Is not the Lord in Zion?Is not her King in her?”“Why have they provoked Me to angerWith their carved images—With foreign idols?”
20. “The harvest is past,The summer is ended,And we are not saved!”
21. For the hurt of the daughter of my people I am hurt.I am mourning;Astonishment has taken hold of me.
22. Is there no balm in Gilead,Is there no physician there?Why then is there no recoveryFor the health of the daughter of my people?