“A sword! A sword is being drawn for slaughter.
    It’s polished to flash like lightning.
²⁹ When they see empty visions about you
    while they’re divining lies for you,
to lay you on the necks of the wicked,
    who are fatally wounded,
whose days have come,
    their time for punishment.
³⁰ Return it to its scabbard.
“At the place where you were formed,
    in the land of your origin,
        there is where I’ll judge you.
³¹ I’m going to pour out my indignation all over you.
    I’ll blow my fierce wrath against you
and deliver you into the control of brutal men
    who are skilled at destruction.
³² You’ll be fuel^[a] for the conflagration.
    Your blood will be spilled^[b] throughout the land.
You won’t be remembered anymore,
    now that I, the Lord, have spoken.”