²² وتكونون لي شعبا وانا اكون لكم الها

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?