5. take the pick of the flock. Pile wood beneath it for the bones; bring it to a boil and cook the bones in it.
6. “ ‘For this is what the Sovereign Lord says: “ ‘Woe to the city of bloodshed, to the pot now encrusted, whose deposit will not go away! Take the meat out piece by piece in whatever order it comes.
7. “ ‘For the blood she shed is in her midst: She poured it on the bare rock; she did not pour it on the ground, where the dust would cover it.
8. To stir up wrath and take revenge I put her blood on the bare rock, so that it would not be covered.
9. “ ‘Therefore this is what the Sovereign Lord says: “ ‘Woe to the city of bloodshed! I, too, will pile the wood high.