19. As each night watch begins, get up and cry out in prayer.Pour your heart out face-to-face with the Master.Lift high your hands. Beg for the lives of your childrenwho are starving to death out on the streets.
20. “Look at us, God. Think it over. Have you ever treated anyone like this?Should women eat their own babies, the very children they raised?Should priests and prophets be murdered in the Master’s own Sanctuary?
21. “Boys and old men lie in the gutters of the streets,my young men and women killed in their prime.Angry, you killed them in cold blood, cut them down without mercy.
22. “You invited, like friends to a party, men to swoop down in attackso that on the big day of God’s wrath no one would get away.The children I loved and reared—gone, gone, gone.”