The Sovereign has sworn by his own name, and this is what he, the God of Heaven’s Armies, says: “I despise the arrogance of Israel, and I hate their fortresses. I will give this city and everything in it to their enemies.”
(If there are ten men left in one house, they will all die.
And when a relative who is responsible to dispose of the dead goes into the house to carry out the bodies, he will ask the last survivor, “Is anyone else with you?” When the person begins to swear, “No, by . . . ,” he will interrupt and say, “Stop! Don’t even mention the name of the .”)
When the gives the command, homes both great and small will be smashed to pieces.
Can horses gallop over boulders? Can oxen be used to plow them? But that’s how foolish you are when you turn justice into poison and the sweet fruit of righteousness into bitterness.
And you brag about your conquest of Lo-debar. You boast, “Didn’t we take Karnaim by our own strength?”
“O people of Israel, I am about to bring an enemy nation against you,” says the God of Heaven’s Armies. “They will oppress you throughout your land— from Lebo-hamath in the north to the Arabah Valley in the south.”