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.
8 I also cut off three shepherds in one month; and my soul was in anguish for them, and their soul also abhorred me.
9 Then I said, I will not feed you any longer; the one that dies, let it die; and the one that is to be lost, let it be lost; and let the rest eat each one the flesh of another.