1 Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may devour thy cedars.
2 Howl, fir tree; for the cedar is fallen; because the mighty are
3 There is a voice of the howling of the shepherds; for their glory
4 Thus saith the LORD my God; Feed the flock of the slaughter; 11:5
6 For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land, saith the
7 And I will feed the flock of slaughter, even you, O poor of the
8 Three shepherds also I cut off in one month; and my soul lothed
9 Then said I, I will not feed you: that that dieth, let it die;
10 And I took my staff, even Beauty, and cut it asunder, that I
11 And it was broken in that day: and so the poor of the flock that
12 And I said unto them, If ye think good, give me my price; and if
13 And the LORD said unto me, Cast it unto the potter: a goodly
14 Then I cut asunder mine other staff, even Bands, that I might
15 And the LORD said unto me, Take unto thee yet the instruments of
16 For, lo, I will raise up a shepherd in the land, which shall not
17 Woe to the idol shepherd that leaveth the flock! the sword shall