17 For look, I am letting loose among you snakes, adders for which there is no incantation, and they will bite you,” declares Yahweh.
18 “My comfort is gone from me, sorrow is on me, my heart is sick.
19 Look, the sound of the cry for help of the daughter of my people from a distant land, ‘Is Yahweh not in Zion? Is her king not in her?’ Why have they provoked me to anger with their images, with idols of a foreign land?”
20 The harvest has passed, the summer has come to an end, and we have not received help.
21 “Because of the wound of the daughter of my people I am broken down, I mourn, horror has seized me.
22 Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no healer there? Why, then, has the healing of the daughter of my people not been restored?