12 I will make humans scarcer than fine gold;people rarer than the gold of Ophir.
13 I will rattle the heavens;the earth will shake loose from its place—because of the rageof the Lord of heavenly forceson the day his anger burns.
14 They will be like hunted gazelles, like sheep without a shepherd;all will turn to their own peopleand flee to their own lands.
15 Whoever is found will be stabbed;whoever is caught will fall by the sword.
16 Their infants will be crushed before their eyes;their houses plundered, their women raped.
17 Look! I’m rousing the Medes against them;the Medes pay no mind to silver, no desire for gold.
18 Their bows will smash youths;they will be merciless to newborns, pitiless to children.