<p class="bodytext">The <sc>Lordsc> my God says this: &#8220;Shepherd the flock set aside for slaughter.

<p class="poetry">But you, <sc>Lordsc>, know all about me.p> <p class="poetry">You watch me and test my devotion to you.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">Drag these wicked men away like sheep to be slaughtered!p> <p class="poetry">Appoint a time when they will be killed!<n id="2" />p>

So, watch out!&#8221;<n id="1" /> says the <sc>Lordsc>. &#8220;The time will soon come when people will no longer call those places Topheth or the Valley of Ben Hinnom. But they will call that valley<n id="2" /> the Valley of Slaughter and they will bury so many people in Topheth they will run out of room.<n id="3" />

So I, the <sc>Lordsc>, say:<n id="1" /> &#8220;The time will soon come that people will no longer call this place Topheth or the Hinnom Valley. But they will call this valley<n id="2" /> the Valley of Slaughter!

<p class="bodytext">So I<n id="1" /> began to shepherd the flock destined for slaughter, the most afflicted<n id="2" /> of all the flock. Then I took two staffs,<n id="3" /> calling one &#8220;Pleasantness&#8221;<n id="4" /> and the other &#8220;Binders,&#8221;<n id="5" /> and I tended the flock.