7 I loved my people and chose themas my very own.But now I will reject themand hand them overto their enemies.
8 My people have turned against meand roar at me like lions.That's why I hate them.
9 My people are like a hawksurrounded and attackedby other hawks.Tell the wild animalsto come and eat their fill.
10 My beautiful land is ruinedlike a field or a vineyardtrampled by shepherdsand stripped bareby their flocks.
11 Every field I see lies barren,and no one cares.
12 A destroying armymarches along desert roadsand attacks everywhere.They are my deadly sword;no one is safe from them.
13 My people, you planted wheat,but because I was furious,I let only weeds grow.You wore yourselves outfor nothing!