Thus says the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel, to all the exiles whom I exiled from Jerusalem to Babylon:
I form the light, and create the darkness, I make weal and create woe; I, the Lord, do all these things.
Now, I will let you know what I am going to do to my vineyard: Take away its hedge, give it to grazing, break through its wall, let it be trampled!
Thus says the Lord, the God of Israel: Like these good figs, I will also regard with favor Judah’s exiles whom I sent away from this place into the land of the Chaldeans.
Build houses and live in them; plant gardens and eat their fruits.
Does the ram’s horn sound in a city without the people becoming frightened? Does disaster befall a city unless the Lord has caused it?