LORD HEAL US, HEAL OUR LAND

Jer. 14:17-21
Psaume 51
Let my eyes run down with tears, night and day, may not cease,
for the virgin daughter of my people is afflicted with a great
affliction, a most grievous wound.

If I go out to the field, see those slain by the sword.
And if I enter the city, see, those sick from famine.
Both the prophet and the priest have travelled
to a land they know not.

Have you rejected Judah (us) completely?
Does your soul detest Zion?
Why have you struck us down with no hope of our healing?
We wait for peace, but find no good; for a time of healing,
but see, terror.

We acknowledge our wickedness, O Lord, our ancestors'
iniquity, for we have sinned against you.
Do not spurn us, for the sake of your name,
nor dishonor your glorious throng.
Remember, do not break your covenant with us!

LORD HEAL US AND HEAL OUR LAND

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