The beautiful and delicate one, the daughter of Zion, I will destroy.
Shepherds and their flocks will come to her, They will pitch their
tents around her, They will pasture, each in his place.
‘Prepare for war against her; Arise, and let’s attack at noon. Woe to us, for the day declines, For the shadows of the evening lengthen!
Arise, and let’s attack by night And destroy her palaces!’?'
For this is what the LORD of armies says: 'Cut down her trees And pile up an assault ramp against Jerusalem. This is the city to be punished, In whose midst there is only oppression.
As a well keeps its waters fresh, So she keeps fresh her wickedness. Violence and destruction are heard in her; Sickness and wounds are constantly before Me.
Be warned, Jerusalem, Or I shall be alienated from you, And make you a desolation, An uninhabited land.'