17 For, behold, I send serpents, cockatrices, among you, which will not be charmed, and they shall bite you, said the Lord.
18 Because of my strong sorrow, my heart is faint in me.
19 Behold the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people that comes from 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 vanities of a strange god?
20 The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.
21 For the destruction of the daughter of my people I am devastated; I am in darkness; astonishment has taken hold on me.
22 Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there? Why then was there no medicine for the daughter of my people?