Septuagint: Greek Old Testament (Vatican Codex Edition)

Chapter heading: Chap. 4.
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7 A lion has come up from his lair, destroying nations he has removed, and has gone out from his place, to make the land a desolation; and the cities shall be pulled down, for lack of being inhabited.

8 Upon these things gird yourselves with sackcloth, and lament, and howl, because the wrath of the Lord has not turned away from you.

9 And it shall be in that day, saith the Lord, the heart of the king shall perish, and the heart of the princes, and the priests shall be amazed, and the prophets shall marvel.

10 And I said, O Lord Master, have you truly deceived this people and Jerusalem, saying, There shall be peace, and behold the sword has touched even to their soul?

11 At that time they will say to this people and to Jerusalem, A spirit of error is in the desert, the way of the daughter of my people, not for cleansing, nor for a holy thing.

12 A spirit of fullness shall come to me; but now I speak my judgments to them.

13 Behold as a cloud? he shall come up, and as a storm his chariots, swifter than eagles are his horses; woe to us, because we are in misery.

14 Wash thy heart from wickedness, O Jerusalem, that thou mayest be saved; until when will there be within thee thoughts of thy pains?

15 Because a voice of one announcing

from Dan shall come, and pain shall be heard from the mount of Ephraim.

16 Remind the nations, behold they have come; announce in Jerusalem, disturbances are coming from a land afar off, and they have given their voice against the cities of Judah.

17 As guards of a field, they have become against her round about, because thou hast neglected me, saith the Lord.

18 Thy ways and thy doings have done these things to thee; this is thy wickedness, because it is bitter, because it has reached even to thy heart.

19 My belly, my belly I ache, and the perceptions of my heart, my soul trembles, my heart is torn; I will not be silent, because my soul has heard the voice of a trumpet, a cry of war

20 And of misery, it calls out destruction, because the whole land is miserable, suddenly the tent is miserable, my curtains have been torn apart.

21 How long shall I see those fleeing, hearing the voice of trumpets?

22 Because the leaders of my people did not know me; they are foolish children and not understanding, they are wise to do evil, but to do good they have not known.

23 I looked upon the land, and behold nothing, and to the heaven, and its lights were not.

24 I saw the mountains, and they were trembling, and all the hills were being shaken.