<p class="poetry">He says, &#8220;I will build myself a large palacep> <p class="poetry">with spacious upper rooms.&#8221;p> <p class="poetry">He cuts windows in its walls,p> <p class="poetry">panels it<n id="1" /> with cedar, and paints its rooms red.<n id="2" />p>

Neither he nor any of his attendants showed any alarm when they heard all that had been read. Nor did they tear their clothes to show any grief or sorrow.<n id="1" />

eighty men arrived from Shechem, Shiloh, and Samaria.<n id="1" /> They had shaved off their beards, torn their clothes, and cut themselves to show they were mourning.<n id="2" /> They were carrying grain offerings and incense to present at the temple of the <sc>Lordsc> in Jerusalem.<n id="3" />

<p class="poetry">And you, Zion, city doomed to destruction,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">you accomplish nothing<n id="2" /> by wearing a beautiful dress,<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">decking yourself out in jewels of gold,p> <p class="poetry">and putting on eye shadow!<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">You are making yourself beautiful for nothing.p> <p class="poetry">Your lovers spurn you.p> <p class="poetry">They want to kill you.<n id="5" />p>

As soon as Jehudi had read three or four columns<n id="1" /> of the scroll, the king<n id="2" /> would cut them off with a penknife<n id="3" /> and throw them on the fire in the firepot. He kept doing so until the whole scroll was burned up in the fire.<n id="4" />