The chapter describes a drought. Judah mourns, her gates languish, nobles send their servants for water and they return with empty vessels. Farmers cover their heads because the ground is cracked. Even the doe in the field forsakes her newborn fawn because there is no grass, and wild donkeys pant like jackals.
Jeremiah prays: though our iniquities testify against us, act for your name's sake. Hope of Israel, its savior in time of trouble, why should you be like a stranger in the land? Yet you are in our midst, and we are called by your name; do not leave us. The Lord answers that this people love to wander and do not restrain their feet, so he does not accept them. He tells Jeremiah not to pray for the welfare of this people: though they fast he will not hear their cry, nor accept their offerings; he will consume them by sword, famine and pestilence.
Jeremiah protests that the prophets say they will not see the sword or suffer famine but will have lasting peace in this place. The Lord answers that they prophesy lies in his name: he did not send them or speak to them. They and those who listen will perish by sword and famine. God tells him to say this word: let my eyes run down with tears night and day, for the virgin daughter of my people is shattered. If I go into the field, behold, those slain by the sword; if I enter the city, behold, the diseases of famine. Prophet and priest ply their trade through the land and have no knowledge.
The people pray again: have you utterly rejected Judah? Does your soul loathe Zion? We acknowledge our wickedness, Lord. Do not spurn us for your name's sake; remember your covenant. Are there any among the idols of the nations who can bring rain? Are you not he, O Lord our God? We set our hope on you.