1 Flee for refuge, children of Benjamin, from the midst of Jerusalem! Blow the shofar in Tekoa and raise a signal in Beth-cherem! For disaster looms from the north, even terrible destruction.
2 “The lovely, delicate Daughter of Zion I will cut off.”
3 Shepherds with their flocks are coming against her. All around her they pitch their tents, each pasturing in his own place.
4 “Prepare for war against her. Rise up! Let’s attack at noon.” “Oy for us! For day is fading— evening shadows are lengthening.”