It is sharpened to make a slaughter; it is polished so that it may glisten like lightning. Should we then make cheer, the rod of My son despising every tree?
Cry out and howl, son of man; for it shall be against My people, it shall be against all the officials of Israel. Terrors by reason of the sword shall be upon My people; therefore strike your thigh.
You therefore, son of man, prophesy and clap your hands together. And let the sword be doubled the third time, the sword of the slain. It is the sword of the great one slain, which surrounds them.