11. Emptiness, desolation, waste! Heart melting, knees buckling, anguish in all the loins, all their faces grown pale!
12. Where is the lions’ den, the feeding place for young lions— where the lion went for a lion’s cub— with nothing to disturb them?
13. The lion rips enough for his cubs, strangles prey for his lionesses. Yes, he fills his den with prey, his lair with torn flesh.
14. “Here I am against you” —it is a declaration of Adonai-Tzva’ot— “I will burn up her chariots in smoke. A sword will devour your young lions. I will cut them off from the land of your prey, and the voice of your messengers will no longer be heard.”