All her images will be beaten to pieces; all her wages will be burned; I will make all her idols worthless. Since she gathered them from the wages of a prostitute, they will again become wages of a prostitute.

The false prophet’s “peace” will be destruction

I’ll surely gather Jacob—all of you! I’ll surely assemble you, those who are left of Israel! I’ll put them together like sheep in Bozrah, like a flock in its pen, noisy with people.

Dominion in Zion

On that day, says the Lord, I will gather the lame; I will assemble those who were driven away and those whom I have harmed.

Now many nations may gather against you; they say, “Let her be defiled,” or “Let our eyes look with desire at Zion.”

You sow, but you don’t gather. You tread down olives, but you don’t anoint with oil; you tread grapes, but don’t drink wine.

The prophet laments

I’m doomed! I’ve become like one who, even after the summer fruit has been gathered, after the ripened fruits have been collected, has no cluster of grapes to eat, no ripe fig that I might desire.