1 Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may devour thy cedars.
2 Howl, fir tree; for the cedar is fallen; because the mighty are spoiled: howl, O ye oaks of Bashan; for the forest of the vintage is come down.
3 There is
4 Thus saith the
5 Whose possessors slay them, and hold themselves not guilty: and they that sell them say, Blessed
6 For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land, saith the
7 And I will feed the flock of slaughter,
8 Three shepherds also I cut off in one month; and my soul lothed them, and their soul also abhorred me.
9 Then said I, I will not feed you: that that dieth, let it die; and that that is to be cut off, let it be cut off; and let the rest eat every one the flesh of another.
10 And I took my staff,
11 And it was broken in that day: and so the poor of the flock that waited upon me knew that it
12 And I said unto them, If ye think good, give
13 And the
14 Then I cut asunder mine other staff,
15 And the
16 For, lo, I will raise up a shepherd in the land,
17 Woe to the idol shepherd that leaveth the flock! the sword