My joy is gone, grief is upon me, my heart is sick.
Hark, the cry of my poor people from far and wide in the land:
"Is the LORD not in Zion? Is her King not in her?"
("Why have they provoked me to anger with their images,
with their foreign idols?")
"The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not
For the hurt of my poor people I am hurt, I mourn, and dismay
has taken hold of me.
Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why
then has the health of my poor people not been restored?
O that my head were a spring of water, and my eyes a fountain of
tears, so that I might weep day and night for the slain of my
O God, the nations have come into your inheritance; they have
defiled your holy temple; they have laid Jerusalem in ruins.
They have given the bodies of your servants to the birds of the
air for food, the flesh of your faithful to the wild animals of
They have poured out their blood like water all around
Jerusalem, and there was no one to bury them.
We have become a taunt to our neighbors, mocked and derided by
those around us.
How long, O LORD? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealous
wrath burn like fire?
Pour out your anger on the nations that do not know you, and on
the kingdoms that do not call on your name.
For they have devoured Jacob and laid waste his habitation.
Do not remember against us the iniquities of our ancestors; let
your compassion come speedily to meet us, for we are brought
Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of your name;
deliver us, and forgive our sins, for your name's sake.
First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers,
intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for everyone,
for kings and all who are in high positions, so that we may lead
a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and dignity.
This is right and is acceptable in the sight of God our Savior,
who desires everyone to be saved and to come to the knowledge of
For there is one God; there is also one mediator between God and
humankind, Christ Jesus, himself human,
who gave himself a ransom for all--this was attested at the
For this I was appointed a herald and an apostle (I am telling
the truth, I am not lying), a teacher of the Gentiles in faith
Then Jesus said to the disciples, "There was a rich man who
had a manager, and charges were brought to him that this man was
squandering his property.
So he summoned him and said to him, 'What is this that I hear
about you? Give me an accounting of your management, because you
cannot be my manager any longer.'
Then the manager said to himself, 'What will I do, now that my
master is taking the position away from me? I am not strong
enough to dig, and I am ashamed to beg.
I have decided what to do so that, when I am dismissed as
manager, people may welcome me into their homes.'
So, summoning his master's debtors one by one, he asked the
first, 'How much do you owe my master?'
He answered, 'A hundred jugs of olive oil.' He said to him,
'Take your bill, sit down quickly, and make it fifty.'
Then he asked another, 'And how much do you owe?' He replied, 'A
hundred containers of wheat.' He said to him, 'Take your bill
and make it eighty.'
And his master commended the dishonest manager because he had
acted shrewdly; for the children of this age are more shrewd in
dealing with their own generation than are the children of
And I tell you, make friends for yourselves by means of
dishonest wealth so that when it is gone, they may welcome you
into the eternal homes.
"Whoever is faithful in a very little is faithful also in
much; and whoever is dishonest in a very little is dishonest
also in much.
If then you have not been faithful with the dishonest wealth,
who will entrust to you the true riches?
And if you have not been faithful with what belongs to another,
who will give you what is your own?
No slave can serve two masters; for a slave will either hate the
one and love the other, or be devoted to the one and despise the
other. You cannot serve God and wealth."