Thus says the Lord,
“Though they are at full strength and likewise many,
Even so, they will be cut off and pass away.
Though I have afflicted you,
I will afflict you no longer.

Woe to the bloody city, completely full of lies and pillage;
Her prey never departs.

“I will throw filth on you
And make you vile,
And set you up as a spectacle.

All your fortifications are fig trees with ripe fruit—
When shaken, they fall into the eater’s mouth.

Your guardsmen are like the swarming locust.
Your marshals are like hordes of grasshoppers
Settling in the stone walls on a cold day.
The sun rises and they flee,
And the place where they are is not known.