for this time I will unleash all my blows upon you and your servants and your people, so that you may know that there is none like me anywhere on earth.
Why do you make us wander, Lord, from your ways, and harden our hearts so that we do not fear you? Return for the sake of your servants, the tribes of your heritage.
They say to those who despise the word of the Lord, “Peace shall be yours”; And to everyone who walks in hardness of heart, “No evil shall overtake you.”
They lie on the ground in the streets, young and old alike; Both my young women and young men are cut down by the sword; You killed them on the day of your wrath, slaughtered without pity.
While I was prophesying, Pelatiah, the son of Benaiah, dropped dead. I fell down on my face and cried out in a loud voice: “Alas, Lord God! You are finishing off what remains of Israel!” Restoration for the Exiles.