3. “And I will summon over them four types of calamity,” declares Yahweh, “the sword to kill, and the dogs to drag away, and the birds of the air and the wild animals of the earth to devour and to destroy.
4. And I will make them a terror to all of the kingdoms of the earth because of Manasseh, the son of Hezekiah, the king of Judah, because of what he did in Jerusalem.
5. “For who will have compassion on you, O Jerusalem, or who will show sympathy to you, or who will turn aside to ask about your welfare?
6. You have forsaken me,” declares Yahweh. “You go backward, so I have stretched my hand against you, and I have destroyed you. I am tired of becoming remorseful.
7. And I have winnowed them with a winnowing fork in the gates of the land. I am bereaved. I have destroyed my people. They did not turn back from their ways.
8. Their widows will be more numerous before me than the sand of the seas. I have brought to them, against the mothers of young men, a destroyer at noon. I will suddenly drop on her anguish and horror.
9. She who gave birth to seven has withered away. She gasps her breath. Her sun set while still day. She has been put to shame and disgraced. And the remainder of them I will give to the sword before their enemies,” declares Yahweh.
10. Woe to me, O my mother, that you gave birth to me, a man of contention and quarreling to the whole land. I have not lent out and I have not borrowed. All of them are cursing me.
11. Yahweh said, “Surely I will set you free to be good for you, surely I will cause the enemy to intercede with you in a time of trouble, and in a time of distress.
12. Can anyone break iron, iron from the north, or bronze?
13. I will give your wealth and your treasures as plunder without price, even because of all your sins, and throughout all your territories.
14. And I will make you serve your enemies in a land that you do not know, for a fire will kindle in my anger. Upon you it will be kindled.”
15. You who know, O Yahweh, remember me, and attend to me, and take revenge for me against my persecutors in your forbearance. You must take me away. Know that I am carrying disgrace because of you.
16. Your words were found and I ate them, and your words became to me as jubilation, even as the joy of my heart, for your name is called on me, O Yahweh God of hosts.
17. I sat not in the assembly of jokers, nor did I exult. Because of the presence of your hand I sat alone, for you filled me with indignation.
18. Why is my pain endless, and my wound incurable? It refuses to become healed. Truly you are to me like a deceitful brook, waters that are not trustworthy.