20 Now
Pashur the son of Immer the priest, who was also chief governor in the
house of the LORD, heard that Jeremiah prophesied these things. 2 Then
Pashur smote Jeremiah the prophet, and put him in the stocks that were
in the high gate of Benjamin, which was by the house of the LORD. 3 And
it came to pass on the morrow, that Pashur brought forth Jeremiah out
of the stocks. Then said Jeremiah unto him, The LORD hath not called thy
name Pashur, but Magormissabib. 4 For
thus saith the LORD, Behold, I will make thee a terror to thyself, and
to all thy friends: and they shall fall by the sword of their enemies,
and thine eyes shall behold it: and I will give all Judah into the hand
of the king of Babylon, and he shall carry them captive into Babylon,
and shall slay them with the sword. 5 Moreover
I will deliver all the strength of this city, and all the labours thereof,
and all the precious things thereof, and all the treasures of the kings
of Judah will I give into the hand of their enemies, which shall spoil
them, and take them, and carry them to Babylon. 6 And
thou, Pashur, and all that dwell in thine house shall go into captivity:
and thou shalt come to Babylon, and there thou shalt die, and shalt be
buried there, thou, and all thy friends, to whom thou hast prophesied
lies. 7 O
LORD, thou hast deceived me, and I was deceived; thou art stronger than
I, and hast prevailed: I am in derision daily, every one mocketh me. 8 For
since I spake, I cried out, I cried violence and spoil; because the word
of the LORD was made a reproach unto me, and a derision, daily.
9
Then I said, I will not make mention of him, nor speak any more in his name.
But his word was in mine heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones, and
I was weary with forbearing, and I could not stay. 10 For I heard the defaming of many, fear
on every side. Report, say they, and we will report it. All my familiars
watched for my halting, saying, Peradventure he will be enticed, and we
shall prevail against him, and we shall take our revenge on him. 11 But the LORD is with me as a mighty
terrible one: therefore my persecutors shall stumble, and they shall not
prevail: they shall be greatly ashamed; for they shall not prosper: their
everlasting confusion shall never be forgotten. 12 But, O LORD of hosts, that triest the
righteous, and seest the reins and the heart, let me see thy vengeance on
them: for unto thee have I opened my cause. 13 Sing unto the LORD, praise ye the LORD:
for he hath delivered the soul of the poor from the hand of evildoers. 14 Cursed be the day wherein I was born:
let not the day wherein my mother bare me be blessed. 15 Cursed be the man who brought tidings
to my father, saying, A man child is born unto thee; making him very glad. 16 And let that man be as the cities which
the LORD overthrew, and repented not: and let him hear the cry in the morning,
and the shouting at noontide; 17 Because he slew me not from the womb;
or that my mother might have been my grave, and her womb to be always great
with me. 18 Wherefore came I forth out of the womb
to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?