Jeremiah 8:18-9:1 (New International Reader's Version)

18 Lord, my heart is weak inside me.
You comfort me when I'm sad.

19 Listen to the cries of my people from a land far away.
They cry out, "Isn't the Lord in Zion?
Isn't its King there anymore?"
The Lord says, "Why have they made me so angry by worshiping their wooden gods?
Why have they made me angry with their worthless statues of gods from other lands?"

20 The people say, "The harvest is over.
The summer has ended.
And we still haven't been saved."

21 My people are crushed, so I am crushed.
I sob, and I am filled with horror.

22 Isn't there any healing lotion in Gilead?
Isn't there a doctor there?
Then why doesn't someone heal the wounds of my people?

1 I wish my head were a spring of water! I wish my eyes were a fountain of tears! I would sob day and night over my people who have been killed.