Jeremiah 8:18-22

My joy has vanished, grief grips my soul, and I am sick at heart. Listen! I hear my beloved people crying out in despair throughout the land: “Is YAHWEH no longer in Zion? Is her King not dwelling within her?” “So why have they provoked me to anger with their carved images and with their foreign, phony gods?” “Summer has ended, the harvest is past, and still we are not saved!” I am broken over the brokenness of my dear people. I mourn all day long. Horror has gripped me. Is there no healer in Gilead? Is there no medicine there? Why then have the people I love not been healed?