For the stone will cry out from the wall, And the rafter will answer it from the framework.
'Woe to him who builds a city with bloodshed, And founds a town with violence!
Is it not indeed from the LORD of armies That peoples labor merely
for fire, And nations become weary for nothing?
For the earth will be filled With the knowledge of the glory of the LORD, As the waters cover the sea.
'Woe to him who makes his neighbor drink; To you who mix in your venom even to make your neighbors
drunk, So as to look at their genitalia!
You will be filled with disgrace rather than honor. Drink, you yourself, and expose your own
foreskin! The cup in the LORD’S right hand will come around to you, And utter disgrace will come
upon your glory.
For the violence done to Lebanon will overwhelm you, And the devastation of its
animals by which you terrified them, Because of human bloodshed and violence done to the land, To the town and all its inhabitants.
'What benefit is a carved image when its maker has carved it, Or
a cast metal image, a teacher of falsehood? For its
maker trusts in his own
handiwork When he fashions speechless idols.
Woe to him who says to a piece of
wood, ‘Awake!’ To a mute stone, ‘Arise!’ That is your
teacher? Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver, Yet there is no breath at all inside it.