15 They are nothing, objects of ridicule;they will perish in their time of punishment.
16 Jacob’s portion is nothing like them:for he is the maker of everything!Israel is his very own tribe,Lord of hosts is his name.
17 Gather up your bundle from the land,City living under siege!
18 For thus says the Lord:Now, at this timeI will sling away the inhabitants of the land;I will hem them in,that they may be taken.
19 Woe is me! I am undone,my wound is beyond healing.Yet I had thought:if I make light of my sickness, I can bear it.
20 My tent is ruined,all its cords are severed.My children have left me, they are no more:no one to pitch my tent,no one to raise its curtains.
21 How stupid are the shepherds!The Lord they have not sought;For this reason they have failed,and all their flocks scattered.