On every high, elevated hill you prepare your bed; you go up there to offer sacrifices.

I said, “Indeed, let them come quickly and sing a song of mourning for us. Let them wail loudly until tears stream from our own eyes and our eyelids overflow with water.

And I cried out, “We are doomed! Our wound is severe! We once thought, ‘This is only an illness. And we will be able to bear it!’

Then I said, “Look up, Jerusalem, and see the enemy that is coming from the north. Where now is the flock of people that were entrusted to your care? Where now are the ‘sheep’ that you take such pride in?

You will never come back to this land to which you will long to return!”

Then a wind lifted me up and I heard a great rumbling sound behind me as the glory of the Lord rose from its place,

A wind lifted me up and carried me away. I went bitterly, my spirit full of fury, and the hand of the Lord rested powerfully on me.

Then the cherubim spread their wings with their wheels alongside them while the glory of the God of Israel hovered above them.

so that you may bear your disgrace and be ashamed of all you have done in consoling them.

so it would be a lowly kingdom which could not rise on its own but must keep its treaty with him in order to stand.

They will repay you for your obscene conduct, and you will be punished for idol worship. Then you will know that I am the sovereign Lord.”

As they wail they will lament over you, chanting: “Who was like Tyre, like a tower in the midst of the sea?”

“‘But you, mountains of Israel, will grow your branches, and bear your fruit for my people Israel; for they will arrive soon.

Then a wind lifted me up and brought me to the inner court; I watched the glory of the Lord filling the temple.

So the warden removed the delicacies and the wine from their diet and gave them a diet of vegetables instead.

When Ephraim spoke, there was terror; he was exalted in Israel, but he became guilty by worshiping Baal and died.

Listen to this funeral song I am ready to sing about you, family of Israel:

You will pick up your images of Sikkuth, your king, and Kiyyun, your star god, which you made for yourselves,

So they picked Jonah up and threw him into the sea, and the sea stopped raging.

They confiscate the fields they desire, and seize the houses they want. They defraud people of their homes, and deprive people of the land they have inherited.