Don’t announce it in Gath,
don’t weep at all.
Roll in the dust in Beth-leaphrah.

But they don't know the thoughts of the LORD, and they don't understand his tactics, for he will gather them like harvested grain to his threshing floor.

Don't trust your friends, don't confide in a companion, watch what you say to your wife.

"Don't prophesy!" They prophesy. "Don't prophesy about these things. Disgrace won't overtake us."

House of Jacob, should it be asked,
“Is the Spirit of the Lord impatient?
Are these the things He does?”
Don’t My words bring good
to the one who walks uprightly?