O Lord, you have deceived me,
  and I was deceived;
you are stronger than I,
  and you have prevailed.
I have become a laughingstock all the day;
  everyone mocks me.
For whenever I speak, I cry out,
  I shout, “Violence and destruction!”
For the word of the Lord has become for me
  a reproach and derision all day long.
If I say, “I will not mention him,
  or speak any more in his name,”
there is in my heart as it were a burning fire
  shut up in my bones,
and I am weary with holding it in,
  and I cannot.
For I hear many whispering.
  Terror is on every side!
“Denounce him! Let us denounce him!”
  say all my close friends,
  watching for my fall.
“Perhaps he will be deceived;
  then we can overcome him
  and take our revenge on him.”
But the Lord is with me as a dread warrior;
  therefore my persecutors will stumble;
  they will not overcome me.
They will be greatly shamed,
  for they will not succeed.
Their eternal dishonor
  will never be forgotten.
O Lord of hosts, who tests the righteous,
  who sees the heart and the mind, [1]
let me see your vengeance upon them,
  for to you have I committed my cause.

Sing to the Lord;
  praise the Lord!
For he has delivered the life of the needy
  from the hand of evildoers.

Cursed be the day
  on which I was born!
The day when my mother bore me,
  let it not be blessed!
Cursed be the man who brought the news to my father,
“A son is born to you,”
  making him very glad.
Let that man be like the cities
  that the Lord overthrew without pity;
let him hear a cry in the morning
  and an alarm at noon,
because he did not kill me in the womb;
  so my mother would have been my grave,
  and her womb forever great.
Why did I come out from the womb
  to see toil and sorrow,
  and spend my days in shame?

“‘Execute justice in the morning,
  and deliver from the hand of the oppressor
  him who has been robbed,
lest my wrath go forth like fire,
  and burn with none to quench it,
  because of your evil deeds.’”

“Behold, I am against you, O inhabitant of the valley,
  O rock of the plain,
     declares the Lord;
you who say, ‘Who shall come down against us,
  or who shall enter our habitations?’
I will punish you according to the fruit of your deeds,
     declares the Lord;
  I will kindle a fire in her forest,
  and it shall devour all that is around her.”

“‘You are like Gilead to me,
  like the summit of Lebanon,
yet surely I will make you a desert,
  an uninhabited city. [3]
I will prepare destroyers against you,
  each with his weapons,
and they shall cut down your choicest cedars
  and cast them into the fire.

Weep not for him who is dead,
  nor grieve for him,
but weep bitterly for him who goes away,
  for he shall return no more
  to see his native land.

“Woe to him who builds his house by unrighteousness,
  and his upper rooms by injustice,
who makes his neighbor serve him for nothing
  and does not give him his wages,
who says, ‘I will build myself a great house
  with spacious upper rooms,’
who cuts out windows for it,
  paneling it with cedar
  and painting it with vermilion.
Do you think you are a king
  because you compete in cedar?
Did not your father eat and drink
  and do justice and righteousness?
  Then it was well with him.
He judged the cause of the poor and needy;
  then it was well.
Is not this to know me?
  declares the Lord.
But you have eyes and heart
  only for your dishonest gain,
for shedding innocent blood,
  and for practicing oppression and violence.”

“They shall not lament for him, saying,
  ‘Ah, my brother!’ or ‘Ah, sister!’
They shall not lament for him, saying,
  ‘Ah, lord!’ or ‘Ah, his majesty!’
With the burial of a donkey he shall be buried,
  dragged and dumped beyond the gates of Jerusalem.”

“Go up to Lebanon, and cry out,
  and lift up your voice in Bashan;
cry out from Abarim,
  for all your lovers are destroyed.
I spoke to you in your prosperity,
  but you said, ‘I will not listen.’
This has been your way from your youth,
  that you have not obeyed my voice.
The wind shall shepherd all your shepherds,
  and your lovers shall go into captivity;
then you will be ashamed and confounded
  because of all your evil.
O inhabitant of Lebanon,
  nested among the cedars,
how you will be pitied when pangs come upon you,
  pain as of a woman in labor!”

Is this man Coniah a despised, broken pot,
  a vessel no one cares for?
Why are he and his children hurled and cast
  into a land that they do not know?
O land, land, land,
  hear the word of the Lord!
Thus says the Lord:
“Write this man down as childless,
  a man who shall not succeed in his days,
for none of his offspring shall succeed
  in sitting on the throne of David
  and ruling again in Judah.”