3-10. “‘God, the Master, says:“‘I’m going to throw my net over you—many nations will get in on this operation—and haul you out with my dragnet.I’ll dump you on the groundout in an open fieldAnd bring in all the crows and vulturesfor a sumptuous carrion lunch.I’ll invite wild animals from all over the worldto gorge on your guts.I’ll scatter hunks of your meat in the mountainsand strew your bones in the valleys.The country, right up to the mountains,will be drenched with your blood,your blood filling every ditch and channel.When I blot you out,I’ll pull the curtain on the skiesand shut out the stars.I’ll throw a cloud across the sunand turn off the moonlight.I’ll turn out every light in the sky above youand put your land in the dark.Decree of God, the Master.I’ll shake up everyone worldwidewhen I take you off captive to strange and far-off countries.I’ll shock people with you.Kings will take one look and shudder.I’ll shake my swordand they’ll shake in their boots.On the day you crash, they’ll tremble,thinking, “That could be me!”
30. “The princes of the north are there, the whole lot of them, and all the Sidonians who carry their shame to their graves—all that terror they spread with their brute power!—dumped in unhallowed ground with those killed in battle, carrying their shame with the others headed for deep earth.
31. “Pharaoh will see them all and, pompous old goat that he is, take comfort in the company he’ll keep—Pharaoh and his slaughtered army. Decree of God, the Master.
32. “I used him to spread terror in the land of the living and now I’m dumping him in heathen ground with those killed by the sword—Pharaoh and all his pomp. Decree of God, the Master.”