The priests did not ask, “Where is the Lord?” The experts in the law did not know me: the shepherds rebelled against me. The prophets prophesied by Baal, and went after useless idols.
Thus says the Lord: Write this man down as childless, a man who will never prosper in his life! Nor shall any of his descendants prosper, to sit upon the throne of David, to rule again over Judah.
Their camels shall become spoils, their hordes of cattle, plunder; I will scatter to the winds those who shave their temples; from every side I will bring their ruin— oracle of the Lord.
As a shepherd examines his flock while he himself is among his scattered sheep, so will I examine my sheep. I will deliver them from every place where they were scattered on the day of dark clouds.
My wrath is kindled against the shepherds, and I will punish the leaders. For the Lord of hosts attends to the flock, the house of Judah, and will make them like a splendid horse in battle.
Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, against the one who is my associate —oracle of the Lord of hosts. Strike the shepherd that the sheep may be scattered; I will turn my hand against the little ones.