For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land, saith the Lord: but, lo, I will deliver the men every one into his neighbour's hand, and into the hand of his king: and they shall smite the land, and out of their hand I will not deliver them.

And I will feed the flock of slaughter, even you, O poor of the flock. And I took unto me two staves; the one I called Beauty, and the other I called Bands; and I fed the flock.

Three shepherds also I cut off in one month; and my soul lothed them, and their soul also abhorred me.

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For I will no longer pity the inhabitants of the land,” says the Lord. “But indeed I will give everyone into his neighbor’s hand and into the hand of his king. They shall [a]attack the land, and I will not deliver them from their hand.”

So I fed the flock for slaughter, [b]in particular (A)the poor of the flock. I took for myself two staffs: the one I called [c]Beauty, and the other I called [d]Bonds; and I fed the flock. I [e]dismissed the three shepherds (B)in one month. My soul loathed them, and their soul also abhorred me.

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Footnotes

  1. Zechariah 11:6 Lit. strike
  2. Zechariah 11:7 So with MT, Tg., Vg.; LXX for the Canaanites
  3. Zechariah 11:7 Or Grace
  4. Zechariah 11:7 Or Unity
  5. Zechariah 11:8 Or destroyed, lit. cut off