On Jehoiachin

20 Get thee up tp Lebanon and cry,

And lift up thy voice in Bashan;

Cry from the hills of Abarim.

For all that thou lovest is shattered.

21 In the days of good fortune I spoke to thee,

But thou didst refuse to listen;

And such hath thy way been from youth,

To my voice thou hast never hearkened.

22 All thy shepherds like sheep by the wind shall be driven,

And those whom thou lovest shall captive depart;

Shame and confusion shall then be thy doom,

In requital for all thy wickedness.

23 O thou that inhabitest Lebanon,

Nestled amongst the cedars,

How wilt thou groan when thy pangs come upon thee,

Thy pain as of woman in travail!

24 As truly as I live, saith Jehovah, though Coniah, the son of Jehoiakim, king of Judah, were the signet-ring on thy right hand, yet I would tear him off.

25 Yea, I will deliver thee into the hands of those that seek thy life, and into the hands of those thou dreadest, into the hands of Nebuchadnezzar, king of Babylon, and into the hands of the Chaldeans. 26 Yea, thee and the mother that bore thee I will hurl into another land than the land thou wast born in, and there thou shalt die. 27 Nevermore shall they return to the land to which they long to return.

28 Hath this man Coniah become

Like a figure one smasheth in scorn,

Or a vessel that no man doth care for?

Why hath he been cast forth,

And hurled to a land that was strange to him?

29 O land, land, land,

Hear thou the word of Jehovah.

30 Thus saith Jehovah:

Write this man down as childless;

For none of his seed shall be honoured

To sit on the throne of David

Or rule any more over Judah.