All hands shall grow feeble, all knees turn to water.
They shall put on sackcloth, horror shall cover them. Shame shall be on all faces, baldness on all their heads.
They shall fling their silver into the streets, their gold shall be treated as unclean. Their silver and gold cannot save them on the day of the wrath of the Lord. They shall not satisfy their hunger or fill their stomachs with it. For it was the stumbling block of their iniquity.
From their beautiful ornament, in which they took pride, they made their abominable images, their detestable things; therefore I will make of it an unclean thing to them.
I will hand it over to strangers as booty, to the wicked of the earth as plunder; they shall profane it.
I will avert my face from them, so that they may profane my treasured place; the violent shall enter it, they shall profane it.
Make a chain! For the land is full of bloody crimes; the city is full of violence.
I will bring the worst of the nations to take possession of their houses. I will put an end to the arrogance of the strong, and their holy places shall be profaned.
When anguish comes, they will seek peace, but there shall be none.
Disaster comes upon disaster, rumor follows rumor; they shall keep seeking a vision from the prophet; instruction shall perish from the priest, and counsel from the elders.
The king shall mourn, the prince shall be wrapped in despair, and the hands of the people of the land shall tremble. According to their way I will deal with them; according to their own judgments I will judge them. And they shall know that I am the Lord.