Jeremiah 10:17-25

Gather up your belongings  from the ground,  you who live under siege. For this is what the Lord says: Look, I am flinging away  the land’s residents at this time and bringing them such distress that they will feel it. Woe to me because of my brokenness — I am severely wounded!  I exclaimed, “This is my intense suffering, but I must bear it.” My tent is destroyed;  all my tent cords are snapped. My sons have departed from me and are no more. I have no one to pitch my tent again or to hang up my curtains. For the shepherds are stupid: They don’t seek the  Lord.  Therefore they have not prospered, and their whole flock is scattered. Listen! A noise — it is coming — a great commotion  from the land to the north. The cities of Judah will be made desolate, a jackals’ den.  I know,  Lord, that a person’s way of life is not his own; no one who walks determines his own steps.  Discipline me, Lord, but with justice — not in your anger,  or you will reduce me to nothing. Pour out your wrath on the nations that don’t recognize you and on the families that don’t call on your name, for they have consumed Jacob; they have consumed him and finished him off and made his homeland desolate.