Jeremiah: The Prophet: Over Jerusalem

Wash the evil from your heart, O Jerusalem, so that you may be saved. How long will you harbor wicked thoughts within you? …

My sorrow is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me. …

Oh, that my head were a spring of water, and my eyes a fountain of tears! I would weep day and night over the slain daughter of my people.

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