My generation is plucked up and removed from me, like a shepherd’s tent; I have cut off my life like the weaver. He will cut me off from the threads; from day to night You will make an end of me.
For the moth shall eat them like a garment; yea, the moth worm shall eat them like wool. But My righteousness shall be forever, and My salvation shall be from generation to generation.
And He violated his pavilion like a garden and destroyed his appointed meetingplaces. Jehovah made appointed meetingplaces and sabbaths to be forgotten in Zion, and He rejected king and priest in the fury of His anger.