Ye all wanted war, all, all! Your hearts are fickle, and ye sway in the wind like reeds. The very ones who now shout for peace, I have heard howling for war. Those who raise their voices against the king, hounded him on to the fray. Woe unto you, O people! Ye speak with two voices, and drive before every breeze. Ye have fornicated with war, and shall now bear the fruit of war. Ye have played with the sword, and shall now taste its edge.
Alas, he spurns us.—Jeremiah, be merciful to us in our distress.—Aid us in our wretchedness.
Jeremiah
No man can help you. Help cometh from God alone.
The Strident Voice
God has forsaken us.
The Crowd
Yea, God has forsaken us.—Where is he?—Where is the covenant?
Fugitives