“I will abandon the House of Israel,walk away from my beloved people.I will turn over those I most loveto those who are her enemies.She’s been, this one I held dear,like a snarling lion in the jungle,Growling and baring her teeth at me—and I can’t take it anymore.Has this one I hold dear become a preening peacock?But isn’t she under attack by vultures?Then invite all the hungry animals at large,invite them in for a free meal!Foreign, scavenging shepherdswill loot and trample my fields,Turn my beautiful, well-cared-for fieldsinto vacant lots of tin cans and thistles.They leave them littered with junk—a ruined land, a land in lament.The whole countryside is a wasteland,and no one will really care.