1 Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may devour thy cedars.
2 Howl, fir tree, for the cedar is fallen because the magnificent are cut down; howl, O ye oaks of Bashan, for the strong mountain is brought down.
3 There is a voice of the howling of the pastors; for their magnificence is destroyed; a voice of the roaring of young lions, for the pride of the Jordan is destroyed.
4 Thus hath the Lord my God said, Feed the flock of the slaughter,
5 whose buyers slayed them and held themselves not guilty; and he that sold them said, Blessed be the Lord; for I am rich: and not even their own shepherds had compassion on them.
6 Therefore I will no longer pity the inhabitants of the land, saith the Lord; but, behold, I will deliver the men each one into his neighbour’s hand and into the hand of his king; and they shall smite the land, and I will not deliver them out of their hands.
7 And I will feed the flock of slaughter, even you, O poor of the flock. For I took unto me two staves: the one I named Beauty, and the other Bands; and I fed the flock.