<p class="poetry">Therefore desert creatures and jackals will live there.p> <p class="poetry">Ostriches<n id="1" /> will dwell in it too.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">But no people will ever live there again.p> <p class="poetry">No one will dwell there for all time to come.<n id="3" />p>

So, mourn,<n id="1" /> you people of this nation.<n id="2" /> Cut off your hair and throw it away. Sing a song of mourning on the hilltops. For the <sc>Lordsc> has decided to reject<n id="3" /> and forsake this generation that has provoked his wrath!&#8217;&#8221;<n id="4" />p>

<p class="poetry">You people of this generation,p> <p class="poetry">listen to what the <sc>Lordsc> says.p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;Have I been like a wilderness to you, Israel?p> <p class="poetry">Have I been like a dark and dangerous land to you?<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">Why then do you<n id="2" /> say, &#8216;We are free to wander.<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">We will not come to you any more?&#8217;p>