Why do you want more beatings?
Why do you keep on rebelling?
The whole head is hurt,
and the whole heart is sick.

Put no more trust in man,
who has only the breath in his nostrils.
What is he really worth?

What more could I have done for My vineyard
than I did?
Why, when I expected a yield of good grapes,
did it yield worthless grapes?

Woe to those who add house to house
and join field to field
until there is no more room
and you alone are left in the land.

I will make man scarcer than gold,
and mankind more rare than the gold of Ophir.

The waters of Dibon are full of blood,
but I will bring on Dibon even more than this—
a lion for those who escape from Moab,
and for the survivors in the land.

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He said,
“You will not rejoice anymore,
ravished young woman, daughter of Sidon.
Get up and cross over to Cyprus—
even there you will have no rest!”

In a little more than a year
you overconfident ones will shudder,
for the vintage will fail
and the harvest will not come.

“It is I who sweep away your transgressions
for My own sake
and remember your sins no more.

“Rejoice, childless one, who did not give birth;
burst into song and shout,
you who have not been in labor!
For the children of the forsaken one will be more
than the children of the married woman,”
says the Lord.