“For, behold, I will send serpents, adders among you, which will not be charmed; and they will bite you,”
says the LORD.
Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow!
My heart is faint within me.
Behold, the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people from a land that is very far off: “Isn’t the LORD in Zion?
Isn’t her King in her?”
“Why have they provoked me to anger with their engraved images, and with foreign idols?”
“The harvest is past.
The summer has ended, and we are not saved.”