&#8220;Son of man, of all the woody branches among the trees of the forest, what happens to the wood of the vine?<n id="1" />

Can wood be taken from it to make anything useful? Or can anyone make a peg from it to hang things on?

<p class="bodytext">&#8220;&#8216;But you trusted in your beauty and capitalized on your fame by becoming a prostitute. You offered your sexual favors to every man who passed by so that your beauty<n id="1" /> became his.

And with all your abominable practices and prostitution you did not remember the days of your youth when you were naked and bare, kicking around in your blood.p>

<p class="bodytext">&#8220;&#8216;How sick is your heart, declares the sovereign <sc>Lordsc>, when you perform all of these acts, the deeds of a bold prostitute.

Samaria has not committed half the sins you have; you have done more abominable deeds than they did.<n id="1" /> You have made your sisters appear righteous with all the abominable things you have done.

before your evil was exposed? Now you have become an object of scorn to the daughters of Aram<n id="1" /> and all those around her and to the daughters of the Philistines &#8211; those all around you who despise you.

Indeed! All lives are mine &#8211; the life of the father as well as the life of the son is mine. The one<n id="1" /> who sins will die.p>

(though the father did not do any of them).<n id="1" /> He eats pagan sacrifices on the mountains,<n id="2" /> defiles his neighbor&#8217;s wife,

engages in usury and charges interest. Will he live? He will not! Because he has done all these abominable deeds he will certainly die.<n id="1" /> He will bear the responsibility for his own death.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="bodytext">&#8220;But suppose he in turn has a son who notices all the sins his father commits, considers them, and does not follow his father&#8217;s example.<n id="1" />

Throw away all your sins you have committed and fashion yourselves a new heart and a new spirit!<n id="1" /> Why should you die, O house of Israel?

I declared them to be defiled because of their sacrifices<n id="1" /> &#8211; they caused all their first born to pass through the fire<n id="2" /> &#8211; so that I would devastate them, so that they will know that I am the <sc>Lordsc>.&#8217;<n id="3" />p>

Because I will cut off from you both the righteous and the wicked, my sword will go out from its sheath against everyone<n id="1" /> from the south<n id="2" /> to the north.

Then everyone will know that I am the <sc>Lord,sc> who drew my sword from its sheath &#8211; it will not be sheathed again!&#8217;p>

<p class="poetry">It is sharpened for slaughter,p> <p class="poetry">it is polished to flash like lightning!p> <p class="bodytext">&#8220;&#8216;Should we rejoice in the scepter of my son? No! The sword despises every tree!<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">So hearts melt with fear and many stumble.p> <p class="poetry">At all their gates I have stationed the sword for slaughter.p> <p class="poetry">Ah! It is made to flash, it is drawn for slaughter!p>

&#8220;Son of man, the house of Israel has become slag to me. All of them are like bronze, tin, iron, and lead in the furnace;<n id="1" /> they are the worthless slag of silver.

Therefore this is what the sovereign <sc>Lordsc> says: &#8216;Because all of you<n id="1" /> have become slag, look out! &#8211; I am about to gather you in the middle of Jerusalem.<n id="2" />

She lusted after the Assyrians &#8211; governors and officials, warriors in full armor, horsemen riding on horses, all of them desirable young men.