Catholic Public Domain Version
"For behold, I will send among you serpents, king snakes, against which there is no charm, and they will bite you, says the Lord. "
— Jeremiah 8:17, Catholic Public Domain Version
“For, behold, I will send serpents, cockatrices, among you, which will not be charmed, and they shall bite you, saith the Lord.”
“For, behold, I will send serpents, adders, among you, which will not be charmed; and they shall bite you, saith Jehovah. ”
“For, behold, I will send serpents, adders, among you, which will not be charmed; and they shall bite you, says Yahweh.”
“The LORD says,“Yes indeed, I am sending an enemy against you that will be like poisonous snakes which cannot be charmed away. And they will inflict fatal wounds on you.””
“For behold I will send among you serpents, basilisks, against which there is no charm: and they shall bite you, saith the Lord.”
“See, I will send snakes and poison-snakes among you, against which the wonder-worker has no power; and they will give you wounds which may not be made well, says the Lord.”
“For, behold, I will send serpents, cockatrices, among you, which will not be charmed, and they shall bite you, saith the Lord.”
“Why are we sitting still? Assemble, and let us enter the fortified city, and let us remain silent there. For the Lord our God has brought us to silence, and he has given us the water of gall as a drink. For we have sinned against the Lord.
We expected peace, but there was nothing good. We expected a time of health, and behold, dread.”
“From Dan, the snorting of his horses was heard; the entire land was shaken by the voice of the neighing of his fighters. And they arrived and devoured the land and its plenitude, the city and its inhabitants.
For behold, I will send among you serpents, king snakes, against which there is no charm, and they will bite you, says the Lord.
My sorrow is beyond sorrow; my heart mourns within me.
Behold, the voice of the daughter of my people from a far away land. Is the Lord not with Zion, and is her king not within her? Then why have they provoked me to wrath by their graven images, and by their strange vanities?
The harvest has passed by, the summer is at an end, and we have not been saved.