For her wounds are incurable. For it has come to Yehuḏ
Though the inhabitants of Maroth waited for good, yet evil came down from יהוה to the gate of Yerushalayim.
Why is my pain without end and my wound incurable, which refuses to be healed? Are You to me like a failing stream, as waters not steadfast?
And her gates shall lament and mourn, and she, deserted, shall sit on the ground.
Go up to Gilʽ
“So I also, I shall smite you with a grievous wound, to lay you waste because of your sins:
Your injury has no healing, your wound is grievous. All who hear news of you shall clap their hands over you. For over whom did your evil not pass continually?
And it came to be in the fourteenth year of Sovereign Ḥ
And the sovereign of Ashshur sent the Raḇ
