Jehoiakim, unlike Josiah, died without being lamented.

Scripture: Jeremiah 22:13-23

ESV Text: Jeremiah 22:13-23

Jeremiah 22:13-23

13 “Woe to him who builds his house by unrighteousness,
and his upper rooms by injustice,
who makes his neighbor serve him for nothing
and does not give him his wages,
14 who says, ‘I will build myself a great house
with spacious upper rooms,’
who cuts out windows for it,
paneling it with cedar
and painting it with vermilion.
15 Do you think you are a king
because you compete in cedar?
Did not your father eat and drink
and do justice and righteousness?
Then it was well with him.
16 He judged the cause of the poor and needy;
then it was well.
Is not this to know me?
declares the Lord.
17 But you have eyes and heart
only for your dishonest gain,
for shedding innocent blood,
and for practicing oppression and violence.”

18 Therefore thus says the Lord concerning Jehoiakim the son of Josiah, king of Judah:

“They shall not lament for him, saying,
‘Ah, my brother!’ or ‘Ah, sister!’
They shall not lament for him, saying,
‘Ah, lord!’ or ‘Ah, his majesty!’
19 With the burial of a donkey he shall be buried,
dragged and dumped beyond the gates of Jerusalem.”

20 “Go up to Lebanon, and cry out,
and lift up your voice in Bashan;
cry out from Abarim,
for all your lovers are destroyed.
21 I spoke to you in your prosperity,
but you said, ‘I will not listen.’
This has been your way from your youth,
that you have not obeyed my voice.
22 The wind shall shepherd all your shepherds,
and your lovers shall go into captivity;
then you will be ashamed and confounded
because of all your evil.
23 O inhabitant of Lebanon,
nested among the cedars,
how you will be pitied when pangs come upon you,
pain as of a woman in labor!” (ESV)


KJV Text:

(Alt. audio): Chapter: 22 13 Woe unto him that buildeth his house by unrighteousness, and his chambers by wrong; that useth his neighbour’s service without wages, and giveth him not for his work; 14 That saith, I will build me a wide house and large chambers, and cutteth him out windows; and it is ceiled with cedar, and painted with vermilion. 15 Shalt thou reign, because thou closest thyself in cedar? did not thy father eat and drink, and do judgment and justice, and then it was well with him? 16 He judged the cause of the poor and needy; then it was well with him: was not this to know me? saith the LORD. 17 But thine eyes and thine heart are not but for thy covetousness, and for to shed innocent blood, and for oppression, and for violence, to do it. 18 Therefore thus saith the LORD concerning Jehoiakim the son of Josiah king of Judah; They shall not lament for him, saying, Ah my brother! or, Ah sister! they shall not lament for him, saying, Ah lord! or, Ah his glory! 19 He shall be buried with the burial of an ass, drawn and cast forth beyond the gates of Jerusalem. 20 Go up to Lebanon, and cry; and lift up thy voice in Bashan, and cry from the passages: for all thy lovers are destroyed. 21 I spake unto thee in thy prosperity; but thou saidst, I will not hear. This hath been thy manner from thy youth, that thou obeyedst not my voice. 22 The wind shall eat up all thy pastors, and thy lovers shall go into captivity: surely then shalt thou be ashamed and confounded for all thy wickedness. 23 O inhabitant of Lebanon, that makest thy nest in the cedars, how gracious shalt thou be when pangs come upon thee, the pain as of a woman in travail!(KJV)


Hymn: TLH 598, st. 1-6:
Who Knows When Death May Overtake me

— Organ Audio

1. Who knows when death may overtake me! 
Time passes on, my end draws near. 
How swiftly can my breath forsake me! 
How soon can life’s last hour appear! 
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray 
Thy peace may bless my dying day. 

2. The world that smiled when morn was breaking 
May change for me ere close of day; 
For while on earth my home I’m making, 
Death’s threat is never far away. 
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray 
Thy peace may bless my dying day. 

3. My end to ponder teach me ever 
And, ere the hour of death appears, 
To cast my soul on Christ, my Savior, 
Nor spare repentant sighs and tears. 
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray 
Thy peace may bless my dying day. 

4. Help me now set my house in order 
That always ready I may be 
To say in meekness on death’s border: 
Lord, as Thou wilt, deal Thou with me. 
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray 
Thy peace may bless my dying day. 

5. Reveal the sweetness of Thy heaven, 
Earth’s galling bitterness unfold; 
May I, amid this turmoil riven, 
Thy blest eternity behold. 
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray 
Thy peace may bless my dying day. 

6. My many sins blot out forever 
Since Jesus has my pardon won; 
In mercy robed I then shall never 
Fear death, but trust in Thee alone. 
My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray 
Thy peace may bless my dying day. 


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