Open thy doors, O Levanon, that the fire may devour thy cedars.

Wail, O cypress tree; for the cedar is fallen; because the mighty are spoiled: wail, O you oaks of Bashan; for the thick forest is come down.

There is a voice of the wailing of the shepherds; for their glory is spoiled: a voice of the roaring of young lions; for the wild country of the Yarden is plundered.

Thus says the Lord my God: Feed the flock of the slaughter;

whose possessors slay them, and hold themselves not guilty: and they that sell them say, Blessed is the Lord; for I am rich: and their own shepherds pity them not.

For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land, says the Lord: but, lo, I will deliver the men everyone into his neighbour’s hand, and into the hand of his king: and they shall smite the land, and out of their hand I will not deliver them.

So I fed the flock of slaughter, indeed the poorest of the flock. And I took for myself two rods; the one I called Grace, and the other I called Severity; and I fed the flock.

Three shepherds also I cut off in one month; and I became impatient with them, and their soul also abhorred me.

Then I said, I will not be your shepherd: that which dies let it die; and that which is to be cut off, let it be cut off; and let the rest eat the flesh of one another.

And I took my rod, Grace, and snapped it, that I might break my covenant which I had made with all the peoples.

And it was broken on that day: and so the poorest of the flock who paid heed to me knew that it was the word of the Lord.

And I said to them, If you think good, give me my hire; and if not, forbear. So they weighed for my hire thirty pieces of silver.

And the Lord said to me, Cast it into the treasury: the goodly price that I was priced at by them. And I took the thirty pieces of silver, and cast them into the treasury in the house of the Lord.

Then I snapped my other staff, Severity, that I might break the brotherhood between Yehuda and Yisra᾽el.

And the Lord said to me, Take to thee yet the instruments of a foolish shepherd.

For, lo, I will raise up a shepherd in the land, who shall not take care of those who are cut off, nor seek the young one, nor heal the broken, nor feed that which stands still: but he shall eat the flesh of the fat, and break their hoofs in pieces.

Woe to my worthless shepherd who forsakes the flock! the sword shall be upon his arm, and upon his right eye: his arm shall be dried up, and his right eye shall be darkened.