Howl, you shepherds, and cry; and roll yourselves in the ashes, you chief of the flock: for the days of your slaughter and of your scattering are accomplished; and you shall fall like a pleasant vessel.
Cry and howl, son of man: for it shall be upon my people, it shall be upon all the princes of Israel: terrors because of the sword shall be upon my people: strike therefore upon your thigh.
For, lo, they are gone because of destruction: Egypt shall gather them up, Memphis shall bury them: the pleasant places for their silver, nettles shall possess them: thorns shall be in their tabernacles.
Clothe yourselves, and lament, you priests: howl, you ministers of the altar: come, lie all night in sackcloth, you ministers of my God: for the food offering and the drink offering is withheld from the house of your God.
Woe to the inhabitants of the sea coast, the nation of the Cherethites! the word of the LORD is against you; O Canaan, the land of the Philistines, I will even destroy you, that there shall be no inhabitant.
Yea, every pot in Jerusalem and in Judah shall be holiness to the LORD of hosts: and all those who sacrifice shall come and take of them, and boil in them: and in that day there shall be no more the Canaanite in the house of the LORD of hosts.