When that day comes, clansmen of David and citizens of Jerusalem shall have a fountain flowing openly, of guilt to rid them, and of defilement.

A time shall come, says the Lord of hosts, when I will efface the memory of the false gods; the very names of them shall be forgotten; banish, too, the false prophets, and the unclean spirit they echo.

Dares one of them prophesy again, all men will turn against him, even the parents that begot him; Still at thy lying, and in the Lord’s name? Thou shalt die for it! And with a javelin’s thrust father and mother will take the life they gave.

When that day comes, never a prophet but shall rue the false vision he trusted in. Deceitful garb of sackcloth each one shall throw aside;

No prophet am I, but a simple peasant, that grew up to follow Adam’s trade!✻

Ask they, What wounds be these in thy clasped hands?✻ Thus wounded was I, he shall answer, in the house of my friends.✻

Up, sword, and attack this shepherd of mine, neighbour of mine, says the Lord of hosts.✻

Smite shepherd, and his flock shall scatter; so upon the common folk my vengeance shall fall.

All over this land, the Lord says, two thirds of them are forfeit to destruction, only a third shall be left to dwell there;

and this third part, through fire I will lead them; purged they shall be as silver is purged, tried as gold is tried. Theirs on my name to call, their plea mine to grant; My own people, so I greet them, and they answer, The Lord is my own God.