Jeremiah 15:10-21

Woe is me, my mother, that you gave birth to me,  a man who incites dispute and conflict in all the land. I did not lend or borrow, yet everyone curses me.  The Lord said: Haven’t I set you loose for your good? Haven’t I punished you in a time of trouble, in a time of distress with the enemy?  Can anyone smash iron, iron from the north, or bronze? I will give up your wealth and your treasures as plunder, without cost,  for all your sins in all your borders. Then I will make you serve your enemies  in a land you do not know, for my anger will kindle a fire that will burn against you.  You know,  Lord; remember me and take note of me.  Avenge me against my persecutors.  In your patience,  don’t take me away. Know that I suffer disgrace for your honor.  Your words were found, and I ate them.  Your words became a delight to me and the joy of my heart, for I bear your name,  Lord God of Armies. I never sat with the band of revelers, and I did not celebrate with them. Because your hand was on me, I sat alone,  for you filled me with indignation. Why has my pain become unending, my wound incurable,  refusing to be healed? You truly have become like a mirage to me — water that is not reliable. Therefore, this is what the Lord says: If you return, I will take you back; you will stand in my presence. And if you speak noble words, rather than worthless ones, you will be my spokesman.  It is they who must return to you; you must not return to them. Then I will make you a fortified wall of bronze to this people. They will fight against you but will not overcome you, for I am with you to save you and rescue you.  This is the  Lord’s declaration. I will rescue you from the power of evil people and redeem you from the grasp of the ruthless.