WOE TO THE CITY SOAKED IN BLOOD.
See, over the mountains the messenger hurries!
“Peace!” he proclaims.
Judah, celebrate your feasts,
carry out your vows,
for Belial will never pass through you again;
he is utterly annihilated.
Yes, the Lord is restoring the vineyard of Jacob
and the vineyard of Israel.
For the plunderers had plundered them,
they had broken off their branches.
Woe to the city soaked in blood,
full of lies,
stuffed with booty,
whose plunderings know no end!
The crack of the whip!
The rumble of wheels!
flash of swords,
gleam of spears…
a mass of wounded,
hosts of dead,
they stumble over the dead.
I am going to pelt you with filth,
shame you, make you a public show.
And all who look on you
will turn their backs on you and say,
“Niniveh is a ruin.”
Could anyone pity her?
Where can I find anyone to comfort her?
V. The word of the Lord.
R. Thanks be to God.