30 Lift up thy voice, daughter of Gallim! Hearken, O Laish! --Poor Anathoth!
31 Madmenah is fugitive; the inhabitants of Gebim take to flight.
32 Still a day of halting at Nob; he shaketh his hand against the mount of the daughter of Zion, the hill of Jerusalem. ...
33 Behold the Lord, Jehovah of hosts, shall lop the boughs with violence; and the high ones of stature shall be hewn down, and the haughty shall be brought low;
34 and he shall make clearings in the thickets of the forest with iron; and Lebanon shall fall by a mighty one.