11
And he made it ready for his hand to hold: the sword is sharpened, it is ready to put into the hand of the slayer.
12
Cry out and howl, son of man: for this is come upon my people, this upon all the princes of Israel: they shall be as strangers: with the sword is come upon my people: therefore clap thine hands, for sentence has been passed:
13
and what if even the tribe be rejected? it shall not be, saith the Lord God.
14
And thou, son of man, prophesy, and clap thine hands, and take a second sword: the third sword is of the slain, the great sword of the slain: and thou shalt strike them with amazement, lest the heart should faint
15
and the weak ones be multiplied at every gate—they are given up to the slaughter of the sword: it is well fitted for slaughter, it is well fitted for glittering.
The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.