Jeremiah 12:7-13 New American Bible (Revised Edition) The Lord’s Complaint 7 I have abandoned my house, cast off my heritage; The beloved of my soul I have delivered into the hand of her foes. 8 My heritage has become for me like a lion in the thicket; She has raised her voice against me, therefore she has incurred my hatred. 9 My heritage is a prey for hyenas, is surrounded by vultures; Come, gather together, all you wild animals, come and eat! 10 Many shepherds have ravaged my vineyard, have trampled down my heritage; My delightful portion they have turned into a desert waste. 11 They have made it a mournful waste, desolate before me, Desolate, the whole land, because no one takes it to heart. 12 Upon every height in the wilderness marauders have appeared. The Lord has a sword that consumes the land from end to end: no peace for any living thing. 13 They have sown wheat and reaped thorns, they have tired themselves out for no purpose; They are shamed by their harvest, the burning anger of the Lord.