[please support the official release @thescripturesinger https://suno.com/s/N5DATAWPkghRRvGR] Let Judah mourn; let her gates waste away. They are wailing for the land; their cries for Jerusalem are going up. Their mighty ones send out their servants for water. When they go to the trenches, they cannot find water. They all return with empty vessels; they cover their heads ashamed and dishonored. Because of this the ground is cracked, for there is no rain in the land. The plowmen are ashamed and cover their heads. For even the doe leaves her young in the fields and abandons them, for there is no grass. The wild donkeys stand on the bare plains and they pant in the wind like jackals. Their eyes fail to work, for there is no vegetation. Even though our iniquities testify against us Yahweh, act for the sake of your name. For our acts of apostasy increase; we have sinned against you. You are the Hope of Israel, the one who saves him in the time of distress, why will you be like a stranger in the land, like a foreign wanderer who stretches out and spends just one night? Why are you like someone who is astounded, or like a warrior who has no power to rescue? You are in our midst, Yahweh, and your name is called over us. Do not leave us! Yahweh says this to this people: "Since they love to wander, they have not held back their feet from doing so." Yahweh is not pleased with them Now he calls to mind their iniquity and has punished their sins.
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