Jeremiah’s Perplexity and Prayer for Vengeance

12 "Righteous art thou, O Jehovah,

when I make my plaint unto Thee;

Yet the case I would reason with Thee.

Why do the wicked prosper?

And why do the faithless all flourish?

2 Thou plantest them, yea, they take root;

They spread, yea, they bring forth fruit.

You are always on their lips,

But far, far away from their hearts.

3 But Thou, O Jehovah, dost know me,

My heart towards Thee Thou hast proved.

Pull them out, then, like sheep for the slaughter,

To the day of slaughter devote them.

4 How long must the land still mourn,

And the herbs of the fields be all withered?

Beast and bid are vanished,

Because of the sin of her people,

Who think God is blind to their ways."