Woe to me, mother, that you gave me birth! a man of strife and contention to all the land!
I neither borrow nor lend, yet all curse me.
When I found your words, I devoured them; they became my joy and the happiness of my heart,
Because I bore your name, O LORD, God of hosts.
I did not sit celebrating in the circle of merrymakers;
Under the weight of your hand I sat alone because you filled me with indignation.
Why is my pain continuous, my wound incurable, refusing to be healed?
You have indeed become for me a treacherous brook, whose waters do not abide!

Thus the LORD answered me:
If you repent, so that I restore you, in my presence you shall stand;
If you bring forth the precious without the vile, you shall be my mouthpiece.
Then it shall be they who turn to you, and you shall not turn to them;
And I will make you toward this people a solid wall of brass.
Though they fight against you, they shall not prevail,
For I am with you, to deliver and rescue you, says the LORD.
I will free you from the hand of the wicked, and rescue you from the grasp of the violent.