3 Compose a parable for the rebels’ household and say to them, The Lord God proclaims:Put on the pot, set it on,and fill it with water.
4 Add meat to it,every good piece.With shoulder and thigh,the meatiest bones, fill it up.
5 Take the flock’s best animal;arrange the wood beneath it.Bring it to a rolling boil,and cook its bones in it.
6 The Lord God proclaims: Horror! You bloody city, you corroded pot; pot whose corrosion can’t be removed! Empty it piece by piece. She is rejected
7 because her blood is still with her. She didn’t pour it out on the ground so that it could be covered with dirt, but she spread it out on a bare rock.
8 In order to arouse wrath, to guarantee vengeance, I will spread her blood on a bare rock, never to be covered.
9 So now the Lord God proclaims:Horror! You bloody city!I myself will add fuel to the fire!