Woe to me, mother, that you gave me birth!a man of strife and contention to all the land!I neither borrow nor lend,yet all curse me.When I found your words, I devoured them;they became my joy and the happiness of my heart,Because I bore your name,O LORD, God of hosts.I did not sit celebratingin the circle of merrymakers;Under the weight of your hand I sat alonebecause you filled me with indignation.Why is my pain continuous,my wound incurable, refusing to be healed?You have indeed become for me a treacherous brook,whose waters do not abide!Thus the LORD answered me:If you repent, so that I restore you,in my presence you shall stand;If you bring forth the precious without the vile,you shall be my mouthpiece.Then it shall be they who turn to you,and you shall not turn to them;And I will make you toward this peoplea solid wall of brass.Though they fight against you,they shall not prevail,For I am with you,to deliver and rescue you, says the LORD.I will free you from the hand of the wicked,and rescue you from the grasp of the violent.