Myself take vengeance?
Raise for the mountains a wail,[400] 10
For the meads of the pasture a dirge!
They are waste, with never a man[401]
Nor hear the lowing of cattle.
From the birds of heaven to the beasts
They have fled, they are gone.
I will make Jerusalem heaps, 11
Of jackals the lair,
And the townships of Judah lay waste,