1. Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may devour thy cedars.
2. Howl, fir tree, for the cedar is fallen because the magnificent are cut down; howl, O ye oaks of Bashan, for the strong mountain is brought down.
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.