Jeremiah 18:22

For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler, and from the deadly pestilence.

Jonathan spoke good of David to Saul his father, and said to him, “Don’t let the king sin against his servant, against David; because he has not sinned against you, and because his works have been very good toward you;

For I have heard the slander of many, terror on every side, while they conspire together against me, they plot to take away my life.

For without cause they have hidden their net in a pit for me. Without cause they have dug a pit for my soul.

Yes, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who ate bread with me, has lifted up his heel against me.

They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into the middle of it themselves.

Daughter of my people, clothe yourself with sackcloth, and wallow in ashes! Mourn, as for an only son, most bitter lamentation, for the destroyer will suddenly come on us.

I will turn your feasts into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation; and I will make you wear sackcloth on all your bodies, and baldness on every head. I will make it like the mourning for an only son, and its end like a bitter day.

Now Saul had given Michal his daughter, David’s wife, to Palti the son of Laish, who was of Gallim.

For they don’t speak peace, but they devise deceitful words against those who are quiet in the land.

But you, God, will bring them down into the pit of destruction. Bloodthirsty and deceitful men shall not live out half their days, but I will trust in you.

Therefore he said that he would destroy them, had Moses, his chosen, not stood before him in the breach, to turn away his wrath, so that he wouldn’t destroy them.

The proud have hidden a snare for me, they have spread the cords of a net by the path. They have set traps for me.

If they say, “Come with us. Let’s lay in wait for blood. Let’s lurk secretly for the innocent without cause.

Free yourself, like a gazelle from the hand of the hunter, like a bird from the snare of the fowler.

When you spread out your hands, I will hide my eyes from you. Yes, when you make many prayers, I will not hear. Your hands are full of blood.

Her gates shall lament and mourn. She shall be desolate and sit on the ground.

who cause a person to be indicted by a word, and lay a snare for the arbiter in the gate, and who deprive the innocent of justice with false testimony.

For this, clothe yourself with sackcloth, lament and wail; for the fierce anger of Yahweh hasn’t turned back from us.

Wail, you shepherds, and cry. Wallow in dust, you leader of the flock; for the days of your slaughter and of your dispersions have fully come, and you will fall like fine pottery.

Ask now, and see whether a man travails with child. Why do I see every man with his hands on his waist, as a woman in travail, and all faces are turned pale?

Zion spreads out her hands. There is no one to comfort her. Yahweh has commanded concerning Jacob, that those who are around him should be his adversaries. Jerusalem is among them as an unclean thing.

and will cause their voice to be heard over you, and will cry bitterly. They will cast up dust on their heads. They will wallow in the ashes.

I will pour on David’s house, and on the inhabitants of Jerusalem, the spirit of grace and of supplication; and they will look to me whom they have pierced; and they shall mourn for him, as one mourns for his only son, and will grieve bitterly for him, as one grieves for his firstborn.

The men who didn’t die were struck with the tumors; and the cry of the city went up to heaven.

Then Jezebel sent a messenger to Elijah, saying, “So let the gods do to me, and more also, if I don’t make your life as the life of one of them by tomorrow about this time!”

The nations have sunk down in the pit that they made. In the net which they hid, their own foot is taken.

In the shelter of your presence you will hide them from the plotting of man. You will keep them secretly in a dwelling away from the strife of tongues.

They reward me evil for good, to the bereaving of my soul.

From the end of the earth, I will call to you when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

They encourage themselves in evil plans. They talk about laying snares secretly. They say, “Who will see them?”

Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.

The words of Jeremiah the son of Hilkiah, one of the priests who were in Anathoth in the land of Benjamin.

We have heard its report. Our hands become feeble. Anguish has taken hold of us, and pains as of a woman in labor.

For the hurt of the daughter of my people, I am hurt. I mourn. Dismay has taken hold of me.

But I was like a gentle lamb that is led to the slaughter. I didn’t know that they had devised plans against me, saying, “Let’s destroy the tree with its fruit, and let’s cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be no more remembered.”

Then Yahweh said to me, “Though Moses and Samuel stood before me, yet my mind would not turn toward this people. Cast them out of my sight, and let them go out!

Then they said, “Come! Let’s devise plans against Jeremiah; for the law won’t perish from the priest, nor counsel from the wise, nor the word from the prophet. Come, and let’s strike him with the tongue, and let’s not give heed to any of his words.”

On the next day, Pashhur released Jeremiah out of the stocks. Then Jeremiah said to him, “Yahweh has not called your name Pashhur, but Magormissabib.

Let that man be as the cities which Yahweh overthrew, and didn’t repent. Let him hear a cry in the morning, and shouting at noontime;

Yahweh has purposed to destroy the wall of the daughter of Zion. He has stretched out the line. He has not withdrawn his hand from destroying; He has made the rampart and wall lament. They languish together.

He has also broken my teeth with gravel. He has covered me with ashes.

Blow the trumpet in Zion, and sound an alarm in my holy mountain! Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble, for the day of Yahweh comes, for it is close at hand:

Does the trumpet alarm sound in a city, without the people being afraid? Does evil happen to a city, and Yahweh hasn’t done it?

The godly man has perished out of the earth, and there is no one upright among men. They all lie in wait for blood; every man hunts his brother with a net.

lying in wait for him, and seeking to catch him in something he might say, that they might accuse him.

They began to accuse him, saying, “We found this man perverting the nation, forbidding paying taxes to Caesar, and saying that he himself is Christ, a king.”

and they may recover themselves out of the devil’s snare, having been taken captive by him to his will.

Anathoth with its pasture lands, and Almon with its pasture lands: four cities.

They drive away the donkey of the fatherless, and they take the widow’s ox for a pledge.

He has dug a hole, and has fallen into the pit which he made.

Let those who seek after my soul be disappointed and brought to dishonor. Let those who plot my ruin be turned back and confounded.

Let the proud be disappointed, for they have overthrown me wrongfully. I will meditate on your precepts.

The wicked have laid a snare for me, yet I haven’t gone astray from your precepts.

Our soul has escaped like a bird out of the fowler’s snare. The snare is broken, and we have escaped.

They will be dismayed. Pangs and sorrows will seize them. They will be in pain like a woman in labor. They will look in amazement one at another. Their faces will be faces of flame.

For wicked men are found among my people. They watch, as fowlers lie in wait. They set a trap. They catch men.

Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

Woe is me because of my injury! My wound is serious; but I said, “Truly this is my grief, and I must bear it.”

They have made it a desolation. It mourns to me, being desolate. The whole land is made desolate, because no one cares.

What will you say, when he sets over you as head those whom you have yourself taught to be friends to you? Won’t sorrows take hold of you, as of a woman in travail?

The nations have heard of your shame, and the earth is full of your cry; for the mighty man has stumbled against the mighty, they both fall together.”

The destroyer will come on every city, and no city will escape; the valley also will perish, and the plain will be destroyed; as Yahweh has spoken.

and have cast lots for my people, and have given a boy for a prostitute, and sold a girl for wine, that they may drink.

Don’t tell it in Gath. Don’t weep at all. At Beth Ophrah I have rolled myself in the dust.

a day of the trumpet and alarm, against the fortified cities, and against the high battlements.

“Come to me, all you who labor and are heavily burdened, and I will give you rest.

No temptation has taken you except what is common to man. God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted above what you are able, but will with the temptation also make the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.

In covetousness they will exploit you with deceptive words: whose sentence now from of old doesn’t linger, and their destruction will not slumber.

the Lord knows how to deliver the godly out of temptation and to keep the unrighteous under punishment for the day of judgment,

“If a man opens a pit, or if a man digs a pit and doesn’t cover it, and a bull or a donkey falls into it,

Yes, you would even cast lots for the fatherless, and make merchandise of your friend.

They also who seek after my life lay snares. Those who seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and meditate deceits all day long.

that you may give him rest from the days of adversity, until the pit is dug for the wicked.

The proud have dug pits for me, contrary to your law.

Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me, from the traps of the workers of iniquity.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

Cry aloud with your voice, daughter of Gallim! Listen, Laishah! You poor Anathoth!

For I have heard a voice as of a woman in travail, the anguish as of her who gives birth to her first child, the voice of the daughter of Zion, who gasps for breath, who spreads her hands, saying, “Woe is me now! For my soul faints before the murderers.”

“Judah mourns, and its gates languish. They sit in black on the ground. The cry of Jerusalem goes up.

Should evil be recompensed for good? For they have dug a pit for my soul. Remember how I stood before you to speak good for them, to turn away your wrath from them.

For I have heard the defaming of many, “Terror on every side! Denounce, and we will denounce him!” say all my familiar friends, those who watch for my fall. “Perhaps he will be persuaded, and we will prevail against him, and we will take our revenge on him.”

Then the Pharisees went and took counsel how they might entrap him in his talk.