The blacksmith takes his tongs and heats it over the coals, forming it with hammers, forging it with his strong arm. But when he gets hungry, his strength ebbs away, and if he doesn’t drink water, he quickly grows weary.
If I go into the countryside— there they lie, slain by the sword. If I enter the city— there they lie, sick and starving. Both prophet and priest wander throughout the land, with no revelation to share.’ ”
Arise, cry aloud through the night as each watch begins. Pour your heart out like water before the presence of Yahweh. Raise your hands toward him; intercede for the lives of your children, who faint with hunger on every street corner.