For I will make Samaria a heap of ruins in the open country, Planting places for a vineyard. I will hurl her stones down into the valley, And lay bare her foundations.
All of her idols will be crushed, All of her earnings will be burned with fire, And all of her images I will make desolate; For she collected them
from a prostitute’s earnings, And to the earnings of a prostitute they will return.
Because of this I must mourn and wail, I must go barefoot and naked; I must do mourning like the jackals, And a mourning like the ostriches.
For her wound is incurable, For it has come to Judah; It has reached the gate of my people, Even
Do not tell it
in Gath, Do not weep at all. At Beth-le-aphrah roll yourself in the dust in mourning.