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…no man who has a broken foot or hand,

You are not to present to the LORD any animal that is blind, injured, or maimed, or anything with a running sore, a festering rash, or a scab; you must not put any of these on the altar as a food offering to the LORD.

…fracture for fracture, eye for eye, tooth for tooth. Just as he injured the other person, the same must be inflicted on him.

When Gideon heard the dream and its interpretation, he bowed in worship. He returned to the camp of Israel and said, “Get up, for the LORD has delivered the camp of Midian into your hand.”

When Leviathan rises up, the mighty are terrified; they withdraw before his thrashing.

You have shaken the land and torn it open. Heal its fractures, for it is quaking.

A soothing tongue is a tree of life, but a perverse tongue crushes the spirit.

Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.

He who loves transgression loves strife; he who builds his gate high invites destruction.

Before his downfall a man’s heart is proud, but humility comes before honor.

But rebels and sinners will together be shattered, and those who forsake the LORD will perish.

My heart cries out over Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath-shelishiyah. With weeping they ascend the slope of Luhith; they lament their destruction on the road to Horonaim.

…this iniquity of yours is like a breach about to fail, a bulge in a high wall, whose collapse will come suddenly—in an instant!

It will break in pieces like a potter’s jar, shattered so that no fragment can be found. Not a shard will be found in the dust large enough to scoop the coals from a hearth or to skim the water from a cistern.”

The light of the moon will be as bright as the sun, and the light of the sun will be seven times brighter—like the light of seven days—on the day that the LORD binds up the brokenness of His people and heals the wounds He has inflicted.

These pairs have befallen you: devastation and destruction, famine and sword. Who will grieve for you? Who can comfort you?

Their feet run to evil; they are swift to shed innocent blood. Their thoughts are sinful thoughts; ruin and destruction lie in their wake.

No longer will violence be heard in your land, nor ruin or destruction within your borders. But you will name your walls Salvation and your gates Praise.

My servants will shout for joy with a glad heart, but you will cry out with a heavy heart and wail with a broken spirit.

Raise a signal flag toward Zion. Seek refuge! Do not delay! For I am bringing disaster from the north, and terrible destruction.

Disaster after disaster is proclaimed, for the whole land is laid waste. My tents are destroyed in an instant, my curtains in a moment.

“Run for cover, O sons of Benjamin; flee from Jerusalem! Sound the ram’s horn in Tekoa; send up a signal over Beth-haccherem, for disaster looms from the north, even great destruction.

They dress the wound of My people with very little care, saying, ‘Peace, peace,’ when there is no peace at all.

They dress the wound of the daughter of My people with very little care, saying, ‘Peace, peace,’ when there is no peace at all.

For the brokenness of the daughter of my people I am crushed. I mourn; horror has gripped me.

Woe to me because of my brokenness; my wound is grievous! But I said, “This is truly my sickness, and I must bear it.”

You are to speak this word to them: ‘My eyes overflow with tears; day and night they do not cease, for the virgin daughter of my people has been shattered by a crushing blow, a severely grievous wound.

For this is what the LORD says: “Your injury is incurable; your wound is grievous.

Why do you cry out over your wound? Your pain has no cure! Because of your great iniquity and your numerous sins I have done these things to you.

A voice cries out from Horonaim: ‘Devastation and great destruction!’

For on the ascent to Luhith they weep bitterly as they go, and on the descent to Horonaim cries of distress resound over the destruction:

“The noise of battle is in the land—the noise of great destruction.

“The sound of a cry comes from Babylon, the sound of great destruction from the land of the Chaldeans!

My eyes fail from weeping; I am churning within. My heart is poured out in grief over the destruction of the daughter of my people, because children and infants faint in the streets of the city.

What can I say for you? To what can I compare you, O Daughter of Jerusalem? To what can I liken you, that I may console you, O Virgin Daughter of Zion? For your wound is as deep as the sea. Who can ever heal you?

Panic and pitfall have come upon us—devastation and destruction.

Streams of tears flow from my eyes over the destruction of the daughter of my people.

The hands of compassionate women have cooked their own children, who became their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.

‘I will trouble the hearts of many peoples, when I bring about your destruction among the nations, in countries you do not know.

You drink wine by the bowlful and anoint yourselves with the finest oils, but you fail to grieve over the ruin of Joseph.

There is no healing for your injury; your wound is severe. All who hear the news of you applaud your downfall, for who has not experienced your constant cruelty?

On that day,” declares the LORD, “a cry will go up from the Fish Gate, a wail from the Second District, and a loud crashing from the hills.