8 But yesterday, my people, the Lord rose up as an enemy.You strip off the glorious clothesfrom trusting passersby, those who reject war.
9 You drive out the women of my people,each from her cherished house;from their young childrenyou take away my splendor forever.
10 Rise up and go! This can’t be the resting place;because of its uncleanness,it destroys and the destruction is horrific.
11 If someone were to go about inspired and say deceitfully:"I will preach to you for wine and liquor,"such a one would be the preacher for this people!
12 I’ll surely gather Jacob—all of you!I’ll surely assemble you, those who are left of Israel!I’ll put them together like sheep in Bozrah,like a flock in its pen,noisy with people.
13 The one who breaks out will go before them;they will break out and pass through the gate;they will leave by it.They will pass on,their king before them,the Lord at their head.