Jeremiah

¹⁷Gather up thy wares out of the land, O thou that abidest in the siege. ¹⁸For thus saith the Lord, Behold, I will sling out the inhabitants of the land at this time, and will distress them, that they may feel it. ¹⁹Woe is me for my hurt! my wound is grievous: but I said, Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it. ²⁰My tent is spoiled, and all my cords are broken: my children are gone forth of me, and they are not: there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, and to set up my curtains. ²¹For the shepherds are become brutish, and have not inquired of the Lord: therefore they have not prospered, and all their flocks are scattered. ²²The voice of a rumour, behold it cometh, and a great commotion out of the north country, to make the cities of Judah a desolation, a dwelling place of jackals. ²³O Lord, I know that the way of man is not in himself: it is not in man that walketh to direct his steps.