But now, I will not treat the remnant of this people as in the former days”—this is the declaration of the Lord of Hosts.

For the Lord of Hosts says this: “As I resolved to treat you badly when your fathers provoked Me to anger, and I did not relent,” says the Lord of Hosts,

Tyre has built herself a fortress;
she has heaped up silver like dust
and gold like the dirt of the streets.

On that day living water will flow out from Jerusalem, half of it toward the eastern sea and the other half toward the western sea, in summer and winter alike.