7 See, the men of Ariel cry out in the streets,the messengers of Shalem weep bitterly.
8 The highways are desolate,travelers have quit the paths,Covenants are broken, witnesses spurned;yet no one gives it a thought.
9 The country languishes in mourning,Lebanon withers with shame;Sharon is like the Arabah,Bashan and Carmel are stripped bare.
10 Now I will rise up, says the Lord,now exalt myself,now lift myself up.
11 You conceive dry grass, bring forth stubble;my spirit shall consume you like fire.
12 The peoples shall be burned to lime,thorns cut down to burn in fire.
13 Hear, you who are far off, what I have done;you who are near, acknowledge my might.