Escape, people of Benjamin, get out of Jerusalem! Blow the trumpet in Tekoa, sound the alarm in Beth-haccherem; for disaster looms from the north, massive devastation.
You are like a lovely pasture, Daughter Zion.
Shepherds come to her with their flocks. They pitch their tents around her and graze in their place.
"Prepare for battle against her; get ready; let's attack by noon! Oh, no! Daylight is fading, and the evening shadows lengthen.
Get ready, let's attack by night and destroy her fortresses!"
The LORD of heavenly forces proclaims: Cut down her trees, and build siege ramps against Jerusalem. This city must be held accountable, for there's nothing but oppression in her midst.
As a well brings forth fresh water, she brings forth evil. Violence and destruction are heard within her; injury and wounds are ever before me.
Hear me out, Jerusalem, or else I'll turn away from you and reduce you to ruins, a land unfit to live in.