'Indeed, who will have pity on you, Jerusalem, Or who will mourn for you, Or who will turn aside to ask about your welfare?
You who have forsaken Me,' declares the LORD, 'You keep going backward. So I will stretch out My hand against you and destroy you; I am tired of relenting!
I will winnow them with a winnowing fork At the gates of the land; I will bereave them
of children, I will destroy My people; They did not repent of their ways.
Their widows will be more numerous before Me Than the sand of the seas; I will bring against them, against the mother of a young man, A destroyer at noon; I will suddenly bring down on her Shock and horror.
She who gave birth to seven sons
withers away; Her breathing is labored. Her sun has set while it was still day; She has been shamed and humiliated. So I will turn over their survivors to the sword Before their enemies,' declares the LORD.
Woe to me, my mother, that you have given birth to me As
a man of strife and a man of contention to all the land! I have not lent, nor have people lent money to me, Yet
everyone curses me.