1 Open your doors, O Lebanon,That fire may devour your cedars.
2 Wail, O cypress, for the cedar has fallen,Because the mighty trees are ruined.Wail, O oaks of Bashan,For the thick forest has come down.
3 There is the sound of wailing shepherds!For their glory is in ruins.There is the sound of roaring lions!For the pride of the Jordan is in ruins.
4 Thus says the Lord my God, “Feed the flock for slaughter,
5 whose owners slaughter them and feel no guilt; those who sell them say, ‘Blessed be the Lord, for I am rich’; and their shepherds do not pity them.
6 For I will no longer pity the inhabitants of the land,” says the Lord. “But indeed I will give everyone into his neighbor’s hand and into the hand of his king. They shall attack the land, and I will not deliver them from their hand.”
7 So I fed the flock for slaughter, in particular the poor of the flock. I took for myself two staffs: the one I called Beauty, and the other I called Bonds; and I fed the flock.