For Topheth has long been ready, prepared for the king, its fire pit made deep and wide, a pyre of fire with plenty of wood. The breath of Adonai, like a torrent of brimstone, sets it aflame.
“There is Elam and all her multitude surrounding her grave —all of them slain, fallen by the sword —who went down uncircumcised into the underworld, who caused terror in the land of the living. They bear their disgrace with those who go down to the Pit.
“Meshech-Tubal is there and all her throng, her graves around them —all of them uncircumcised, slain by the sword, though they spread their terror in the land of the living.
Adonai has issued a command against you: no more will your name be spread. From the house of your gods I will cut off the idol and metal image. I will prepare your grave— for you have become worthless.