<p class="poetry">Therefore you<n id="1" /> will have to say farewell<n id="2" /> to Moresheth Gath.p> <p class="poetry">The residents<n id="3" /> of Achzib<n id="4" /> will be as disappointingp> <p class="poetry">as a dried up well<n id="5" /> to the kings of Israel.<n id="6" />p>

<p class="poetry">Therefore no one will assign you land in the <sc>Lordsc>&#8217;s community.<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">Therefore, because of you,<n id="1" /> Zion will be plowed up like<n id="2" /> a field,p> <p class="poetry">Jerusalem will become a heap of ruins,p> <p class="poetry">and the Temple Mount<n id="3" /> will become a hill overgrown with brush!<n id="4" />p>

<p class="poetry">Therefore night will fall, and you will receive no visions;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">it will grow dark, and you will no longer be able to read the omens.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">The sun will set on these prophets,p> <p class="poetry">and the daylight will turn to darkness over their heads.<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">So the <sc>Lordsc><n id="1" /> will hand the people of Israel<n id="2" /> over to their enemies<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">until the time when the woman in labor<n id="4" /> gives birth.<n id="5" />p> <p class="poetry">Then the rest of the king&#8217;s<n id="6" /> countrymen will returnp> <p class="poetry">to be reunited with the people of Israel.<n id="7" />p>

<p class="poetry">Therefore the <sc>Lordsc> says this: &#8220;Look, I am devising disaster for this nation!<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">It will be like a yoke from which you cannot free your neck.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">You will no longer<n id="3" /> walk proudly,p> <p class="poetry">for it will be a time of catastrophe.p>