Thus says The Lord: Blood pours down, a waterfall of tears flow down! Rivers of tears and blood run through the desolate places, yet no growth is seen; nothing at all sprouts forth from the hard and cracked ground! The sound of the charadrion is not heard, neither do the doves come out of their hiding places in the morning; no song is heard... Blood pours down to cover the mountains! Blood pours down and tears cover the land! Blood and tears fall upon the parched ground, yet only dust and ashes remain.
The earth cries out in the morning, and the people mourn at eventide; from dusk until the dawn, the bodies are piled up in heaps! The whole world loves violence, and over all this murder barely a tear is shed; the voice of weeping and lamentation is rarely heard above a whisper. And the cries of every unborn child is muffled by the sound of their mother’s dying womb, as her heart becomes stone... The light of her eyes darkening; her life, forfeit.
Mankind is covered in wickedness! The breadth of the whole earth is filled with every kind of evil! Every tree is dry and bears bitter fruit! For the heart of man is black, the void within him deep, a widening chasm filled with deep darkness, sheer cliffs on every side!... Every branch withers, no more will leaves appear, dry and dead branches ready to be broken off and cast into the fire.
The earth cries out in the morning, and the people mourn at eventide; from dusk until the dawn, the bodies are piled up in heaps! The whole world loves violence, and over all this murder barely a tear is shed; the voice of weeping and lamentation is rarely heard above a whisper. And the cries of every unborn child is muffled by the sound of their mother’s dying womb, as her heart becomes stone... The light of her eyes darkening; her life, forfeit.
Mankind is covered in wickedness! The breadth of the whole earth is filled with every kind of evil! Every tree is dry and bears bitter fruit! For the heart of man is black, the void within him deep, a widening chasm filled with deep darkness, sheer cliffs on every side!... Every branch withers, no more will leaves appear, dry and dead branches ready to be broken off and cast into the fire.
The heart of The Lord your God is very heavy. The heart of The Lord is enraged, and is very heavy. The sorrow of The Lord is deep and infinite.
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