16 And those who flee?They will turn up on the hills like valley doves,all of them moaning, those guilty ones.
17 Every hand will hang limp;urine will run down every leg.
18 They will put on mourning clothes,and horror will cover them.On every face, shame;on all their heads, baldness.
19 They will hurl their silver into the street,and their gold will seem unclean.Their silver and their gold won’t deliver themon the day of the Lord’s anger.They won’t satisfy their appetites or fill their bellies.Their guilt will bring them down.
20 From their beautiful ornament, in which they took pride,they have made horrible and detestable images!Therefore, I’ve declared it an unclean thing for them.
21 I’ll hand it over to foreigners as loot taken in war,to the earth’s wicked ones as plunder—they will defile it!
22 When I hide my face from my people,foreigners will defile my treasured place.Violent intruders will invade it; they will defile it!