It is sharpened in order to slaughter a slaughter. It is polished so that there may be a flash to it. Or shall we rejoice? You are despising the rod of My son, as if it were every tree.
Cry out and howl, son of man. For it shall be on My people. It shall be on all the rulers of Israel; they are thrown to the sword with My people, so slap your thigh,
And you, son of man, prophesy and strike palm to palm. And let the sword be doubled the third time, the sword of the wounded. It is the sword of the wounded, the great one that surrounds them,