Today is the seventh day of October. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I'm Brian and it is great to be here with you today as we round the corner on our first full week of this month of October and we are working our way through the book of Jeremiah in the Old Testament.

So we will pick up where we left off yesterday and continue forward or reading from the new international version this week.

Jeremiah chapter 8 verse 8 through 9 verse 26 today.

How can you say we are wise for we have the law of the Lord when actually the lying pen of the scribes has handled it falsely.

The wise will be put to shame. They will be dismayed and trapped. Since they have rejected the word of the Lord, what kind of wisdom do they have?

Therefore I will give their wives to other men and their fields to new owners. From the least to the greatest, all are greedy for gain.

Prophets and priests alike. All practice deceit. They dress the wound of my people as though it were not serious.

Peace. Peace they say when there is no peace. Are they ashamed of their detestable conduct? No. They have no shame at all. They do not even know how to blush.

So they will fall among the fallen. They will be brought down when they are punished says the Lord.

I will take away their harvest declares the Lord. There will be no grapes on the vine. There will be no figs on the tree and their leaves will wither.

What I have given them will be taken from them. Why are we sitting here? Gather together. Let us flee to the fortified cities and perish there.

For the Lord our God has doomed us to perish and given us poisoned water to drink because we have sinned against Him.

We hoped for peace but no good has come. For a time of healing but there is only terror. The snorting of the enemy's horses is heard from Dan.

At the name of their stallions the whole land trembles. They have come to devour the land and everything in it. The city and all who live there.

See, I will send venomous snakes among you. Vipers that cannot be charmed and they will bite you declares the Lord.

You who are my comforter in sorrow. My heart is faint within me. Listen to the cry of my people from a land far away.

Is not the Lord in Zion? Is her king no longer there? Why have they aroused my anger with their images, with their worthless foreign idols?

The harvest is passed. The summer has ended and we are not saved. Since my people are crushed, I am crushed.

I mourn and a horror grips me. Is there no ballman Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then is there no healing for the wound of my people?

Oh that my head were a spring of water in my eyes of fountain of tears. I would weep day and night for the slain of my people.

Oh that I had in the desert a lodging place for travelers so that I might leave my people and go away from them. For they are all adulterers, a crowd of unfaithful people.

They make ready their tongue like a bow to shoot lies. It is not by truth that they triumph in the land. They go from one sin to another. They do not acknowledge me declares the Lord.

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