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?