Ezekiel 7:15-18
The Message
14-16 “‘The trumpet signals the call to battle:
“Present arms!”
But no one marches into battle.
My wrath has them paralyzed!
On the open roads you’re killed,
or else you go home and die of hunger and disease.
Either get murdered out in the country
or die of sickness or hunger in town.
Survivors run for the hills.
They moan like doves in the valleys,
Each one moaning
for his own sins.
17-18 “‘Every hand hangs limp,
every knee turns to rubber.
They dress in rough burlap—
sorry scarecrows,
Shifty and shamefaced,
with their heads shaved bald.
Ezekiel 7:15-17
New International Version
15 Outside is the sword;
inside are plague and famine.
Those in the country
will die by the sword;
those in the city
will be devoured by famine and plague.(A)
16 The fugitives(B) who escape
will flee to the mountains.
Like doves(C) of the valleys,
they will all moan,
each for their own sins.(D)
17 Every hand will go limp;(E)
every leg will be wet with urine.(F)
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