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My sorrow is beyond healing, My heart is faint within me!

When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.

Behold, listen! The cry of the daughter of my people from a distant land: "Is the LORD not in Zion? Is her King not within her?" "Why have they provoked Me with their carved images, with foreign idols?"

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?

"Harvest is past, summer is over, And we are not saved."

The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.

I am broken over the brokenness of the daughter of my people. I mourn, dismay has taken hold of me.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.

Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then has not the health of the daughter of my people been restored?

Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there? why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recovered?

Oh, that my head were waters And my eyes a fountain of tears, That I might weep day and night For those slain of the daughter of my people!

Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

Oh that I had in the desert A travelers' lodging place; So that I might leave my people And go away from them! For all of them are adulterers, An assembly of treacherous people.

Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging place of wayfaring men; that I might leave my people, and go from them! for they be all adulterers, an assembly of treacherous men.