1-4. Open your borders to the immigrants, proud Lebanon!Your sentinel trees will burn.Weep, great pine trees! Mourn, you sister cedars!Your towering trees are cordwood.Weep Bashan oak trees!Your thick forest is now a field of stumps.Do you hear the wailing of shepherds?They’ve lost everything they once owned.Do you hear the outrage of the lions?The mighty jungle of the Jordan is wasted.Make room for the returning exiles!
10-11. Then I took the staff named Lovely and broke it across my knee, breaking the beautiful covenant I had made with all the peoples. In one stroke, both staff and covenant were broken. The money-hungry owners saw me do it and knew God was behind it.