8. To cause fury to come up to take vengeance, I have put her blood on a clear place of a rock--not to be covered.
9. Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Woe [to] the city of blood, yea, I--I make great the pile.
10. Make abundant the wood, Kindle the fire, consume the flesh, And make the compound, And let the bones be burnt.
11. And cause it to stand on its coals empty, So that its brass is hot and burning, Melted hath been in its midst its uncleanness, Consumed is its scum.
12. [With] sorrows she hath wearied herself, And the abundance of her scum goeth not out of her, In the fire [is] her scum.
13. In thine uncleanness [is] wickedness, Because I have cleansed thee, And thou hast not been cleansed, From thine uncleanness thou art not cleansed again, Till I have caused My fury to rest on thee.