“Zion said, ‘The Lord has abandoned me, the sovereign master has forgotten me.’

So the sovereign master will afflict the foreheads of Zion’s women with skin diseases, the Lord will make the front of their heads bald.”

For this reason the sovereign master, the Lord, says: “It will not take place; it will not happen.

The sovereign master decreed judgment on Jacob, and it fell on Israel.

Why do you crush my people and grind the faces of the poor?” The sovereign Lord who commands armies has spoken.

At that time the sovereign master will remove their beautiful ankle jewelry, neck ornaments, crescent shaped ornaments,

The sovereign master, the Lord who commands armies, is certainly ready to carry out the decreed destruction throughout the land.

For this is what the sovereign master has told me: “Go, post a guard! He must report what he sees.

At that time the sovereign master, the Lord who commands armies, called for weeping and mourning, for shaved heads and sackcloth.

O sovereign master, your decrees can give men life; may years of life be restored to me. Restore my health and preserve my life.’

The sovereign Lord has spoken to me clearly; I have not rebelled, I have not turned back.

The sovereign Lord says this, the one who gathers the dispersed of Israel: “I will still gather them up.”

Your names will live on in the curse formulas of my chosen ones. The sovereign Lord will kill you, but he will give his servants another name.

At that time the sovereign master will wash the excrement from Zion’s women, he will rinse the bloodstains from Jerusalem’s midst, as he comes to judge and to bring devastation.

In the year of King Uzziah’s death, I saw the sovereign master seated on a high, elevated throne. The hem of his robe filled the temple.

I heard the voice of the sovereign master say, “Whom will I send? Who will go on our behalf?” I answered, “Here I am, send me!”

I replied, “How long, sovereign master?” He said, “Until cities are in ruins and unpopulated, and houses are uninhabited, and the land is ruined and devastated,

For this reason the sovereign master himself will give you a confirming sign. Look, this young woman is about to conceive and will give birth to a son. You, young woman, will name him Immanuel.

At that time the sovereign master will use a razor hired from the banks of the Euphrates River, the king of Assyria, to shave the head and the pubic hair; it will also shave off the beard.

Then the guard cries out: “On the watchtower, O sovereign master, I stand all day long; at my post I am stationed every night.