Yet I planted you a noble vine, wholly a true seed. How then have you turned into the degenerate shoots of an alien vine to Me?

How can you say, I am not defiled; I have not gone after the Baals? See your way in the valley, know what you have done! You are a swift camel crossing its ways;

But I said, How shall I put you among the sons, and give you a pleasant land, a beautiful inheritance among the hosts of nations? And I said, You shall call Me, My Father, and shall not turn away from Me.

Put on sackcloth for this, wail and howl; for the fierce anger of Jehovah is not turned back from us.

O Jerusalem, cleanse your heart from evil so that you may be saved. How long shall your vain thoughts lodge within you?

How long shall I see the banner and hear the sound of the ram's horn?

How do you say, We are wise, and the Law of Jehovah is with us? Lo, certainly the lying pen of the scribes has written falsely.

For a voice of weeping is heard out of Zion. How are we plundered! We are greatly ashamed, because we have forsaken the land, because they have thrown down our tents.

What is to My beloved in My house, since she has committed her many evils? And has the holy flesh caused your evil to pass from you? How then do you exult?

How long shall the land mourn, and the grass of every field wither from the evil of those who dwell in it? The beasts and the birds have been destroyed, because they said, He shall not see our last end.

If you have run with footmen, and they wore you out, then how can you compete with horses? And if you feel secure in the land of peace, then how will you do in the swelling of the Jordan?

I have seen your adulteries, and your neighings, the wickedness of your fornication, and your abominations on the hills in the fields. Woe to you, O Jerusalem! Will you not be made clean? How long will it still be?

O dweller in Lebanon, nested in the cedars, how you will groan when pangs come to you, the pain as one giving birth?

How long shall this be in the heart of the prophets who prophesy lies? But they are prophets of the deceit of their own heart,

Howl, shepherds, and cry; and roll, leaders of the flock! For the days of your slaughter and of your scatterings are fulfilled; and you shall fall like a desirable vessel.

How long will you turn to and fro, O faithless daughter? For Jehovah has created a new thing in the land; a woman shall enclose a man.

And they asked Baruch, saying, Tell us now, How did you write all these words at his mouth?

So says Jehovah: Behold, waters rise up out of the north, and shall be an overflowing flood, and shall overflow the land and all its fullness; the city and those who dwell in it. And the men shall cry, and all the people of the land shall howl.

Baldness has come on Gaza. Ashkelon is cut off with the rest of their valley. How long will you cut yourself?

O sword of Jehovah, how long will it be before you are quiet? Put yourself into your sheath; rest and be still.

How can it be quiet, since Jehovah has given it a command? He has set it there against Ashkelon, and against the seashore.

How do you say, We are mighty and strong men for war?

All you who are around him, mourn him. And all you who know his name, say, How is the strong staff broken, and the beautiful rod!

Moab is put to shame, for it is broken down. Howl and cry! Tell it in Arnon that Moab is stripped.

They shall howl, saying, How is it broken down! How has Moab turned the back with shame! So Moab shall be a cause of scorn, and he shall be a terror to all those around him.

How is the city of praise not left, the city of my joy!

How the hammer of the whole earth is cut off and broken! How Babylon has become a ruin among the nations!

How Sheshach is captured! And how the praise of the whole earth is seized! How Babylon has become a horror among the nations!