'For from the least of them to the greatest of them, Everyone is greedy for gain, And from the prophet to the priest Everyone deals falsely.
They have healed the brokenness of My people superficially, Saying, ‘Peace, peace,’ But there is no peace.
Were they ashamed because of the abomination they had done? They were not ashamed at all, Nor did they know even how to be ashamed. Therefore they will fall among those who fall; At the time that I punish them, They will collapse,' says the LORD.
This is what the LORD says: 'Stand by the ways and see and ask for the ancient paths, Where the good way is, and walk in it; Then you will find a resting place for your souls. But they said, ‘We will not walk in it.
And I set watchmen over you, saying,
‘Listen to the sound of the trumpet!’ But they said, ‘We will not listen.’
Therefore hear, you nations, And know, you congregation, what is among them.
Hear, earth: behold, I am bringing disaster on this people, The fruit of their plans, Because they have not listened to My words, And as for My Law, they have rejected it also.
For what purpose does frankincense come to Me from Sheba, And the sweet cane from a distant land? Your burnt offerings are not acceptable And your sacrifices are not pleasing to Me.'
Therefore, this is what the LORD says: 'Behold, I am placing stumbling blocks before this people. And they will stumble against them, Fathers and sons together; Neighbor and friend will perish.'
This is what the LORD says: 'Behold, there is
a people coming from the north land, And a great nation will be stirred up from the remote parts of the earth.
They seize bow and spear; They are cruel and have no mercy; Their voice roars like the sea, And they ride on horses, Lined up as a man for the battle Against you, daughter of Zion!'
We have heard the report of it; Our hands are limp. Anguish has seized us, Pain like that of
a woman in childbirth.
Do not go out into the field, And do not walk on the road; For the enemy has a sword, Terror is on every side.
Daughter of my people, put on sackcloth And roll in ashes; Mourn as for an only son, A most bitter mourning. For suddenly the destroyer Will come against us.