Jer 14:17-21 Friday Morning 3
My eyes are streaming with tears, * day and night without rest,
for the young lady, who is my people, * has suffered a most serious wound.
If I go out to the farm, * I see men killed by the sword.
If I go into the city, * I see people sick with hunger.
Even prophets and priests * hunt for food in a foreign land.
Is it that you have rejected Judah, * and you hate the sight of Zion?
Why have you wounded us, * and left us unhealed?
We wait for peace, * but it does not come.
We wait to be healed, * but terror comes instead.
Yahweh, we confess our wickedness * and the guilt of our fathers; * yes, we have sinned against you.
For the honor of your name do not reject us, * or show contempt for Zion the throne of your glory.
Remember your covenant with us, * and do not break it.