Why is my pain perpetual, namely, the grief and sorrow which the prophet felt over the judgment of condemnation which he was obliged to proclaim to his people, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? Wilt Thou be altogether unto me as a liar, literally, "as a deceitful brook," whose dry bed disappointed the thirsty traveler, and as waters that fail? lacking the qualities of a perennial stream. To this reproachful exclamation the Lord answers.

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