My eyes are worn out with weeping; my soul is in anguish. I am exhausted with grief at the destruction of my people. Children and babies are fainting in the streets of the city.

Even a mother wolf will nurse her cubs, but my people are like ostriches, cruel to their young.

They let their babies die of hunger and thirst; children are begging for food that no one will give them.

The LORD your God is bringing you into a fertile land---a land that has rivers and springs, and underground streams gushing out into the valleys and hills;

a land that produces wheat and barley, grapes, figs, pomegranates, olives, and honey.

but the land that you are about to enter is a land of mountains and valleys, a land watered by rain.

The LORD your God takes care of this land and watches over it throughout the year.

It was then that I promised to take them out of Egypt and lead them to a land I had chosen for them, a rich and fertile land, the finest land of all.

So I made a vow in the desert that I would not take them to the land I had given them, a rich and fertile land, the finest land of all.