3 There is the sound of wailing ^ashepherds!
For the¹ir glory is in ruins.
There is the sound of roaring lions!
For the pride of the Jordan is in ruins.  ‡

4 Thus says the Lord my God, “Feed the flock for slaughter,

6 For I will no longer pity the inhabitants of the land,” says the Lord. “But indeed I will give everyone into his neighbor’s hand and into the hand of his king. They shall¹ attack the land, and I will not deliver them from their hand.”  ‡

7 So I fed the flock for slaughter,¹ in particular ^athe poor of the flock. I took for myself two staffs: the one I called² Beauty, and the other I called³ Bonds; and I fed the flock.  ‡