Jeremiah 10:19-23

Woe to me, because of my injury! My wound is incurable. But I said, “This certainly is a sickness, And I must endure it.”

My tent is destroyed, And all my ropes are broken. My sons have gone from me and are no more. There is no one to stretch out my tent again Or to set up my curtains.

For the shepherds have become stupid And have not sought the Lord. Therefore they have not prospered, And all their flock is scattered.

The sound of a report! Behold, it is coming— A great roar from the land of the north— To make the cities of Judah A desolation, a haunt of jackals.

I know, Lord, that a person’s way is not in himself, Nor is it in a person who walks to direct his steps.