Turn away your eyes from me, for they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead.
Now let me alone so that my wrath may burn hot against them and I may consume them, and of you I will make a great nation.”
Your teeth are like a flock of ewes that have come up from the washing; all of them bear twins, and not one among them is bereaved.
Then the Lord said to me: Though Moses and Samuel stood before me, yet my heart would not turn toward this people. Send them out of my sight, and let them go!