14. And thou, son of man, prophesy, And smite hand on hand, And bent is the sword a third time, The sword of the wounded! It [is] the sword of the wounded--the great one, That is entering the inner chamber to them.
15. To melt the heart, and to multiply the ruins, By all their gates I have set the point of a sword. Ah, it is made for brightness, Wrapped up for slaughter.
16. Take possession of the right, place thyself at the left, Whither thy face is appointed.
17. And I also, I smite My hand on my hand, And have caused My fury to rest; I, Jehovah, have spoken.'