13. I will gather them all in—oracle of the Lord:no grapes on the vine,No figs on the fig trees,foliage withered!Whatever I have given them is gone.
14. Why do we remain here?Let us assemble and flee to the fortified cities,where we will meet our doom;For the Lord our God has doomed us,he has given us poisoned water to drink,because we have sinned against the Lord.
15. We wait for peace to no avail;for a time of healing, but terror comes instead.
16. From Dan is heardthe snorting of horses;The neighing of stallionsshakes the whole land.They come to devour the land and everything in it,the city and its inhabitants.
17. Yes, I will send against youpoisonous snakes.Against them no charm will workwhen they bite you—oracle of the Lord.
18. My joy is gone,grief is upon me,my heart is sick.