9. And then I got tired of the sheep and said, “I’ve had it with you—no more shepherding from me. If you die, you die; if you’re attacked, you’re attacked. Whoever survives can eat what’s left.”
12. Then I addressed them: “Pay me what you think I’m worth.” They paid me an insulting sum, counting out thirty silver coins.
13. God told me, “Throw it in the poor box.” This stingy wage was all they thought of me and my work! So I took the thirty silver coins and threw them into the poor box in God’s Temple.
14. Then I broke the other staff, Harmony, across my knee, breaking the concord between Judah and Israel.
17. “Doom to you, useless shepherd,walking off and leaving the sheep!A curse on your arm!A curse on your right eye!Your arm will hang limp and useless.Your right eye will go stone blind.”