Jeremiah 8:18-21
Spurgeon - Verse Expositions - Charles H. Spurgeon
Other commentaries on this verse
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- John Gill - Exposition - Jeremiah 8:20
- John Gill - Exposition - Jeremiah 8:21
- Matthew Henry - Complete Commentary - Jeremiah 8
- Spurgeon - Verse Expositions - Jeremiah 8:12-18
- Spurgeon - Verse Expositions - Jeremiah 8:19-20
- Spurgeon - Verse Expositions - Jeremiah 8:21
Jeremiah 8:18-21. When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me. Behold the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people because of them that dwell in a far country: Is not the LORD in Zion? is not her king in her? Why have they provoked me to anger with their graven images, and with strange vanities? The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved. For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt; I am black; astonishment hath taken hold on me.
The weeping prophet sorrows over the desolation of his land, in words that have seldom been surpassed for sublime sympathy and pathos: