Woe to the crown of pride of the drunkards of Ephraim, and the fading flower, the glory of his beauty, which is on the head of the fat valley of those smitten with wine!
But we are all as the unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as a menstruation cloth. And we all fade as a leaf, and like the wind our iniquities lift us up.
Until when shall the land mourn, and the plant of every field wither from the evil of those who dwell in it? The beasts and the birds are swept away, because they said, He will not see our last end.
The earth shall mourn for this, and the heavens above shall grow black, because I have seen, I have purposed and I will not repent, and I will not turn back from it.
The roads of Zion are in mourning without any going to the appointed feasts. All her gates are laid desolate; her priests are groaning, her virgins are afflicted; and she is in bitterness.
On account of this the land shall mourn, and every one living in it shall droop, with the beasts of the field and the birds of the heaven; yes, also the fish of the sea shall be removed.