How long is the land to mourn, And the vegetation of the countryside to dry up? Due to the wickedness of those who live in it, Animals and birds have been snatched away, Because people
have said, 'He will not see our final end.'
'If you have run with infantrymen and they have tired you out, How can you compete with horses? If
you fall down in a land of peace, How will you do in the thicket by the Jordan?
For even your brothers and the household of your father, Even they have dealt treacherously with you, Even they have called aloud after you. Do not believe them, though they say nice things to you.'
'I have forsaken My house, I have abandoned My inheritance; I have handed the beloved of My soul Over to her enemies.
My inheritance has become to Me Like a lion in the forest; She has roared against Me; Therefore I have come to hate her.
Is My inheritance like
a speckled bird of prey to Me? Are the birds of prey against her on every side? Go, gather all the animals of the field, Bring them to devour!
Many shepherds have ruined My vineyard, They have trampled down My field; They have made My pleasant field A desolate wilderness.
It has been made a desolation; Desolate, it mourns before Me; The whole land has been made desolate, Because no one takes it to heart.
On all the bare heights in the wilderness Destroyers have come, For the sword of the LORD is devouring From one end of the land even to the other; There is no peace for anyone.