And thoushaltswear, The LORDliveth, in truth, in judgment, and in righteousness; and the nationsshallblessthemselves in him, and in him shalltheyglory.
Circumciseyourselves to the LORD, and takeaway the foreskins of yourheart, ye men of Judah and inhabitants of Jerusalem: lest my furycomeforthlikefire, and burnthatnone can quench it, because of the evil of yourdoings.
Declare ye in Judah, and publish in Jerusalem; and say, Blow ye the trumpet in the land: cry, gathertogether, and say, Assembleyourselves, and let us go into the defencedcities.
The lion is come up from his thicket, and the destroyer of the Gentiles is on his way; he is goneforthfrom his place to make thy landdesolate; and thy citiesshall be laidwaste, without an inhabitant.
And it shallcome to pass at that day, saith the LORD, that the heart of the kingshallperish, and the heart of the princes; and the priestsshall be astonished, and the prophetsshallwonder.
At thattimeshall it be said to thispeople and to Jerusalem, A dry wind of the highplaces in the wildernesstoward the daughter of my people, not to fan, nor to cleanse,
Make ye mention to the nations; behold, publishagainstJerusalem, thatwatcherscomefrom a far country, and give out theirvoiceagainst the cities of Judah.
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my veryheart; my heartmaketh a noise in me; I cannothold my peace, becausethouhastheard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
For my people is foolish, theyhave not known me; they are sottishchildren, and theyhavenoneunderstanding: they are wise to do evil, but to do goodtheyhave no knowledge.
For thisshall the earthmourn, and the heavensabove be black: because I havespoken it, I havepurposed it, and will not repent, neitherwill I turnbackfrom it.
The wholecityshallflee for the noise of the horsemen and bowmen; theyshall go intothickets, and climb up upon the rocks: everycityshall be forsaken, and not a man dwelltherein.
And whenthou art spoiled, whatwiltthou do? Thoughthouclothestthyselfwithcrimson, thoughthoudeckesttheewithornaments of gold, thoughthourentest thy facewithpainting, in vainshaltthoumakethyselffair; thy loverswilldespisethee, theywillseek thy life.
For I haveheard a voice as of a woman in travail, and the anguish as of her thatbringethforth her firstchild, the voice of the daughter of Zion, thatbewailethherself, thatspreadeth her hands, saying, Woe is me now! for my soul is weariedbecause of murderers.