And when he is carried to the tombs, and watch is kept over the funeral mound,

I should have been as though I had never existed; I should have been carried right from the womb to the grave!

that the evil man is spared from the day of his misfortune, that he is delivered from the day of God’s wrath?

They are bubbling with joy as they walk in procession and enter the royal palace.

as you come out of your temple in Jerusalem! Kings bring tribute to you.

From beyond the rivers of Ethiopia, those who pray to me will bring me tribute.

In embroidered robes she is escorted to the king. Her attendants, the maidens of honor who follow her, are led before you.

Who will lead me into the fortified city? Who will bring me to Edom?

Make vows to the Lord your God and repay them! Let all those who surround him bring tribute to the awesome one!

Who will lead me into the fortified city? Who will bring me to Edom?

Is this really your boisterous city whose origins are in the distant past, and whose feet led her to a distant land to reside?

He was treated harshly and afflicted, but he did not even open his mouth. Like a lamb led to the slaughtering block, like a sheep silent before her shearers, he did not even open his mouth.

Indeed you will go out with joy; you will be led along in peace; the mountains and hills will give a joyful shout before you, and all the trees in the field will clap their hands.

Even the calf idol will be carried to Assyria, as tribute for the great king. Ephraim will be disgraced; Israel will be put to shame because of its wooden idol.

Ephraim continually feeds on the wind; he chases the east wind all day; he multiplies lies and violence. They make treaties with Assyria, and send olive oil as tribute to Egypt.

At that time tribute will be brought to the Lord who commands armies, by a people that are tall and smooth-skinned, a people that are feared far and wide, a nation strong and victorious, whose land rivers divide. The tribute will be brought to the place where the Lord who commands armies has chosen to reside, on Mount Zion.

Before this I had been like a docile lamb ready to be led to the slaughter. I did not know they were making plans to kill me. I did not know they were saying, “Let’s destroy the tree along with its fruit! Let’s remove Jeremiah from the world of the living so people will not even be reminded of him any more.”

They will come back shedding tears of contrition. I will bring them back praying prayers of repentance. I will lead them besides streams of water, along smooth paths where they will never stumble. I will do this because I am Israel’s father; Ephraim is my firstborn son.’”