as the LORD's burning anger turns peaceful meadows into barren deserts.
The LORD is King! Tell the earth to celebrate and all islands to shout.
The palace will be deserted, the crowded city empty. Fortresses and towers will forever become playgrounds for wild donkeys and pastures for sheep.
The LORD will come down like a whirlwind with his flaming chariots. He will be terribly furious and punish his enemies with fire.
My beautiful land is ruined like a field or a vineyard trampled by shepherds and stripped bare by their flocks.
My people, you planted wheat, but because I was furious, I let only weeds grow. You wore yourselves out for nothing!
Jerusalem, you were so proud of ruling the people of Judah. But where are they now? Look north, and you will see your enemies approaching.
Listen to the cries of the shepherds,
This nation will eat your crops and livestock; they will leave no fruit on your vines or trees. And although you feel safe behind thick walls, your towns will be destroyed and your children killed.
Our God is like a destructive fire!