And you must gird up your loins, and arise, and speak to them all that I command you. Do not be terrified at their faces, lest I prostrate you before them.

O Jerusalem, you must be instructed, lest My soul depart from you; lest I make you desolate, a land without people.

They are like a rounded post, and they cannot speak. They must surely be lifted, because they cannot walk. Do not be afraid of them; for they cannot do evil nor good, for it is not in them.

Woe to me for my breaking! My wound is grievous; but I said, Truly this is a malady, and I must bear it.