1. If only my head were a spring of water,and my eyes a fountain of tears,I would weep day and nightfor the wounds of my people.
2. If only I could flee for shelter in the desert,to leave my peopleand forget them—for they are all adulterers,a bunch of crooks.
3. They bend their tongues like bowsto spew out lies;they are renowned in the land,but not for truth.They go from bad to worse.They don’t know me!declares the Lord.