Mine heritage is unto me as a lion in the forest; it crieth out against me: therefore have I hated it.
Mine heritage is
unto me as
a speckled bird, the birds round about are
against her; come ye, assemble all the beasts of the field, come to devour.
Many pastors have destroyed my vineyard, they have trodden my portion under foot, they have made my pleasant portion a desolate wilderness.
They have made it desolate, and being
desolate it mourneth unto me; the whole land is made desolate, because no man layeth it
The spoilers are come upon all high places through the wilderness: for the sword of the LORD shall devour from the one
end of the land even to the other
end of the land: no flesh shall have peace.
They have sown wheat, but shall reap thorns: they have put themselves to pain, but
shall not profit: and they shall be ashamed of your revenues because of the fierce anger of the LORD.