6. Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Woe [to] the city of blood, A pot whose scum [is] in it, And its scum hath not come out of it, By piece of it, by piece of it bring it out, Not fallen on it hath a lot.
7. For her blood in her midst hath been, On a clear place of a rock she hath set it, She hath not poured it on the earth, To cover it over with dust.
8. To cause fury to come up to take vengeance, I have put her blood on a clear place of a rock--not to be covered.
9. Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Woe [to] the city of blood, yea, I--I make great the pile.
10. Make abundant the wood, Kindle the fire, consume the flesh, And make the compound, And let the bones be burnt.