You tell him Speak to all I send you;
say all I tell you; omit not one word.
Joy ahead: all forgiven, unending
blessing; all will know me, all respect me.
But not yet. First grief. Disasters. All birds
gone. No rain. Every branch fruitless. Homes lost.
All hopes false. No care. No understanding.
All passers-by, appalled, will scoff.
Jere cries Why? How long? Nothing is too hard
for You, all-wise, all-mighty rain-bringer.
You send faithful secretary Baruch
and Cushite rescuer Ebed-Melech.
Jeremiah speaks Your far out promise:
From least to greatest they will all know me.