Listen, you people of Israel! Listen to this funeral song I am singing:
“The virgin Israel has fallen, never to rise again! She lies abandoned on the ground, with no one to help her up.”
The Sovereign says: “When a city sends a thousand men to battle, only a hundred will return. When a town sends a hundred, only ten will come back alive.”
Now this is what the says to the family of Israel: “Come back to me and live!
Don’t worship at the pagan altars at Bethel; don’t go to the shrines at Gilgal or Beersheba. For the people of Gilgal will be dragged off into exile, and the people of Bethel will be reduced to nothing.”
Come back to the and live! Otherwise, he will roar through Israel like a fire, devouring you completely. Your gods in Bethel won’t be able to quench the flames.
You twist justice, making it a bitter pill for the oppressed. You treat the righteous like dirt.
It is the who created the stars, the Pleiades and Orion. He turns darkness into morning and day into night. He draws up water from the oceans and pours it down as rain on the land. The is his name!
With blinding speed and power he destroys the strong, crushing all their defenses.
How you hate honest judges! How you despise people who tell the truth!
You trample the poor, stealing their grain through taxes and unfair rent. Therefore, though you build beautiful stone houses, you will never live in them. Though you plant lush vineyards, you will never drink wine from them.
For I know the vast number of your sins and the depth of your rebellions. You oppress good people by taking bribes and deprive the poor of justice in the courts.
So those who are smart keep their mouths shut, for it is an evil time.
Do what is good and run from evil so that you may live! Then the God of Heaven’s Armies will be your helper, just as you have claimed.
Hate evil and love what is good; turn your courts into true halls of justice. Perhaps even yet the God of Heaven’s Armies will have mercy on the remnant of his people.
Therefore, this is what the Lord, the God of Heaven’s Armies, says: “There will be crying in all the public squares and mourning in every street. Call for the farmers to weep with you, and summon professional mourners to wail.
There will be wailing in every vineyard, for I will destroy them all,” says the .