1 Pashhur the son of Immer, the priest, who was chief overseer in the house of the LORD, heard Jeremiah prophesy these words.
2 And Pashhur beat Jeremiah the prophet and put him in the stocks at the upper Gate of Benjamin, in the house of the LORD.
3 On the next day Pashhur released Jeremiah from the stocks, and Jeremiah said to him, "Pashhur is not the name the LORD calls you, but Magor-missabib.
4 For thus says the LORD: See, I will make you a terror to yourself and to all who love you; they will fall by the sword of their enemies as your eyes watch. All Judah I will give into the hand of the king of Babylon, and he will carry them into exile to Babylon and strike them with the sword.
5 And I will give all the riches of this city, all its produce and all its valuables, and all the treasures of the kings of Judah, into the hand of their enemies; they will plunder them, take them and carry them to Babylon.
6 As for you, Pashhur, and all who live in your house, you will go into captivity; to Babylon you will come, and there you will die and there be buried, you and all who love you, to whom you have prophesied falsely."
7 You deceived me, O LORD, and I was deceived; you were stronger than I, and you prevailed. I have become a laughingstock all the day; every one of them mocks me.
8 For each time I speak, I cry out, I shout, "Violence and ruin!" For the word of the LORD has become to me an insult and a scorn all the day.
9 And if I say, "I will not mention him or speak anymore in his name," there is in my heart something like a burning fire shut up in my bones; I am weary of holding it in, and I cannot.
10 For I have heard the whispering of many, "Terror on every side! Denounce him! Let us denounce him!" All the men I am at peace with watch for my stumbling: "Perhaps he will be lured, and we can overpower him and take our revenge on him."
11 But the LORD is with me as a dread warrior; therefore my pursuers will stumble and not prevail. They will be greatly shamed, for they will not succeed, an everlasting disgrace that will not be forgotten.
12 O LORD of hosts, who test the righteous, who see the heart and the mind, let me see your vengeance on them, for to you I have laid open my case.
13 Sing to the LORD; praise the LORD! For he has rescued the soul of the needy from the hand of evildoers.
14 Cursed be the day on which I was born! The day my mother bore me, may it not be blessed!
15 Cursed be the man who brought my father the news, "A son has been born to you, a male!" and made him very glad.
16 May that man be like the towns the LORD overthrew without relenting; may he hear a cry in the morning and a battle shout at noontime,
17 because he did not kill me from the womb, so that my mother would have been my grave and her womb great with child forever.
18 Why did I come out of the womb at all, to see trouble and grief and to finish my days in shame?