But if you do not listen to it, My soul will weep in secret for such
pride; And my eyes will shed And stream down tears, Because the flock of the LORD has been taken captive.
Say to the king and the queen mother, 'Take a lowly seat, For your beautiful crown Has come down from your head.'
The cities of the Negev have been locked up, And there is no one to open them;
All Judah has been taken into exile, Wholly taken into exile.
'Raise your eyes and see Those coming from the north. Where is the flock that was given you, Your beautiful sheep?
What will you say when He appoints over you— And you yourself had taught them— Former companions to be head over you? Will sharp pains not take hold of you Like a woman in childbirth?
If you say in your heart, ‘Why have these things happened to me?’ Because of the magnitude of your wrongdoing Your skirts have been removed And your heels have suffered violence.
Can the Ethiopian change his skin, Or the leopard his spots? Then
you as well can do good Who are accustomed to doing evil.
Therefore I will scatter them like drifting straw To the desert wind.