Your[166] sword has devoured your prophets,
Like a ravaging lion.
O generation—you!—look at the Word of the Lord![167] 31
Have I been a desert to Israel,
Or land of thick darkness?
Why say My folk “We are off,
No more to meet Thee!”
Can a maiden forget her adorning, 32
Or her girdle a bride?
Yet Me have My people forgotten,