For I have bent for me - Judah, As a bow, have I grasped Ephraim, Thus will I rouse up thy sons, O Zion, against the sons of Greece, and will make thee as the sword of a mighty one.

Alas! for my worthless shepherd, who forsaketh the flock, A sword upon his arm, and upon his right eye! - his arm, shall be, utterly withered, and, his right eye, shall be, wholly darkened.

O Sword! awake against my shepherd, even against the man that is my companion, urgeth Yahweh of hosts, - Smite the shepherd, and let the flock, be scattered, Howbeit I will turn back my hand over the little ones.