17 “For, behold, I will send serpents, adders among you, which will not be charmed; and they shall bite you,” says Yahweh.
18 Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.
19 Behold, the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people from a land that is very far off: “Isn’t Yahweh in Zion? Isn’t her King in her?” “Why have they provoked me to anger with their engraved images, and with foreign vanities?”
20 “The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.”
21 For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay has taken hold on me.
22 Is there no balm in Gilead? is there no physician there? Why then isn’t the health of the daughter of my people recovered?