Ezekiel 21:10-12

The Voice

¹⁰ A razor-sharp blade honed to slaughter anything in its path,
polished to flash like lightning!

Should we celebrate My son’s scepter?
The sword repulses every such bit of wood.

¹¹    My sword is sent to be polished till radiant,
        comfortably wielded.
    It is keenly sharpened and brightly burnished,
        ready for the hand of the slayer.
¹²    Cry out and wail, son of man!
        My sword is against My people;
    It swings for all the princes of Israel.
        I have deserted them all—princes and people—to the wrath of My sword!
        Therefore, beat your thigh, Ezekiel, in front of everyone
    So they understand what a tragedy this is.