For her wounds are not curable; for it has come to Judah; it has reached to the gate of My people, to Jerusalem.

And I will cut off thine images and thy pillars out of thy midst, - and thou shalt not bow thyself down, any more, to the work of thine own hands;

Woe to those who scheme iniquity,
Who work out evil on their beds!
When morning comes, they do it,
For it is in the power of their hands.

Be in pain, make sounds of grief, O daughter of Zion, like a woman in childbirth: for now you will go out of the town, living in the open country, and will come even to Babylon; there you will have salvation; there the Lord will make you free from the hands of your haters.