Jeremiah 17

¹The sin of Judah is written with a pen of iron, With the point of a diamond, Graven on the tablet of their heart, And on the horns of your altars,

²As their sons remember their altars and their shrines, By the green tree, by the high hills.

³O My mountain in the field — thy strength, All thy treasures — for a prey I give, Thy high places for sin in all thy borders.

⁴And thou hast let go — even through thyself, Of thine inheritance that I gave to thee, And I have caused thee to serve thine enemies, In a land that thou hast not known, For a fire ye have kindled in Mine anger, Unto the age it doth burn.

⁵Thus said Jehovah: Cursed [is] the man who doth trust in man, And hath made flesh his arm, And from Jehovah whose heart turneth.

⁶And he hath been as a naked thing in a desert, And doth not see when good cometh, And hath inhabited parched places in a wilderness, A salt land, and not inhabited.

⁷Blessed [is] the man who trusteth in Jehovah, And whose confidence hath been Jehovah.

⁸And hath been as a tree planted by waters, And by a rivulet he sendeth forth his roots, And he doth not see when heat cometh, And his leaf hath been green, And in a year of dearth he is not sorrowful, Nor doth he cease from making fruit.

⁹Crooked [is] the heart above all things, And it [is] incurable — who doth know it?

¹⁰I Jehovah do search the heart, try the reins, Even to give to each according to his way, According to the fruit of his doings.

¹¹A partridge hatching, and not bringing forth, [Is] one making wealth, and not by right, In the midst of his days he doth forsake it, And in his latter end — he is a fool.