'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.
This is your lot, the portion measured to you From Me,' declares the LORD, 'Because you have forgotten Me And trusted in falsehood.
So I Myself have stripped your skirts off over your face, So that your shame will be seen.
As for your adulteries and your lustful
neighings, The outrageous sin of your prostitution On the hills in the field, I have seen your abominations. Woe to you, Jerusalem! How long will you remain unclean?'