<t /><p class="poetry">&#8220;If my land cried out against me<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and all its furrows wept together,p>

then I will remove you<n id="1" /> from my land I have given you,<n id="2" /> I will abandon this temple I have consecrated with my presence,<n id="3" /> and I will make you<n id="4" /> an object of mockery and ridicule<n id="5" /> among all the nations.

He prayed to the <sc>Lordsc> and said, &#8220;Oh, <sc>Lordsc>, this is just what I thought<n id="1" /> would happen<n id="2" /> when I was in my own country.<n id="3" /> This is what I tried to prevent<n id="4" /> by attempting to escape to Tarshish!<n id="5" /> &#8211; because I knew<n id="6" /> that you are gracious and compassionate, slow to anger<n id="7" /> and abounding<n id="8" /> in mercy, and one who relents concerning threatened judgment.<n id="9" />