18. My refreshing for me [is] sorrow, For me my heart [is] sick.
19. Lo, the voice of a cry of the daughter of my people from a land afar off, Is Jehovah not in Zion? is her king not in her? Wherefore have they provoked Me with their graven images, With the vanities of a foreigner?
20. Harvest hath passed, summer hath ended, And we--we have not been saved.
21. For a breach of the daughter of my people have I been broken, I have been black, astonishment hath seized me.