Jeremiah

¹⁷For, behold, I will send serpents, basilisks, among you, which will not be charmed; and they shall bite you, saith the Lord. ¹⁸Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! my heart is faint within me. ¹⁹Behold, the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people from a land that is very far off: 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 strange vanities? ²⁰The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved. ²¹For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me. ²²Is there no balm in Gilead? is there no physician there? why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recovered?