Their slain will be left unburied, their corpses will stink; the hills will soak up their blood.

At that time men will throw their silver and gold idols, which they made for themselves to worship, into the caves where rodents and bats live,

But you have been thrown out of your grave like a shoot that is thrown away. You lie among the slain, among those who have been slashed by the sword, among those headed for the stones of the pit, as if you were a mangled corpse.

The fishermen will mourn and lament, all those who cast a fishhook into the river, and those who spread out a net on the water’s surface will grieve.

“Look, the grief I experienced was for my benefit. You delivered me from the pit of oblivion. For you removed all my sins from your sight.