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.
The LORD said, 'I will certainly set you free for purposes of
good; I will certainly make the enemy plead with you In a time of disaster and a time of distress.
smash iron, Iron from the north, or bronze?
I will give your wealth and your treasures As plunder without cost, For all your sins And within all your borders.
Then I will make your enemies bring your possessions
Into a land that
you do not know; For a fire has been kindled in My anger, And
it will burn upon you.'
You know, LORD; Remember me, take notice of me, And take vengeance for me on my persecutors. Do not, in view of Your patience, take me away; Know that for Your sake I endure reproach.