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Zechariah

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1 Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may de­vour thy cedars. 2 Howl, fir tree; for the cedar is fall­en; be­cause the mighty are spoiled: howl, O ye oaks of Bashan; for the for­est of the vin­tage is come down. 3 There is a voice of the howl­ing of the shep­herds; for their glo­ry is spoiled: a voice of the roar­ing of young li­ons; for the pride of Jor­dan is spoiled. 4 Thus saith the LORD my God; Feed the flock of the slaugh­ter; 5 Whose pos­ses­sors slay them, and hold them­selves not guilty: and they that sell them say, Blessed be the LORD; for I am rich: and their own shep­herds pity them not. 6 For I will no more pity the in­hab­i­tants of the land, saith the LORD: but, lo, I will de­liv­er the men ev­ery one into his neighbour's hand, and into the hand of his king: and they shall smite the land, and out of their hand I will not de­liv­er them. 7 And I will feed the flock of slaugh­ter, even you, O poor of the flock. And I took unto me two staves; the one I called Beau­ty, and the oth­er I called Bands; and I fed the flock. 8 Three shep­herds also I cut off in one month; and my soul lothed them, and their soul also ab­horred me. 9 Then said I, I will not feed you: that that di­eth, let it die; and that that is to be cut off, let it be cut off; and let the rest eat ev­ery one the flesh of an­oth­er. 10 And I took my staff, even Beau­ty, and cut it asun­der, that I might break my covenant which I had made with all the peo­ple. 11 And it was bro­ken in that day: and so the poor of the flock that wait­ed upon me knew that it was the word of the LORD. 12 And I said unto them, If ye think good, give me my price; and if not, for­bear. So they weighed for my price thir­ty pieces of sil­ver. 13 And the LORD said unto me, Cast it unto the pot­ter: a good­ly price that I was prised at of them. And I took the thir­ty pieces of sil­ver, and cast them to the pot­ter in the house of the LORD. 14 Then I cut asun­der mine oth­er staff, even Bands, that I might break the broth­er­hood be­tween Ju­dah and Is­rael. 15 And the LORD said unto me, Take unto thee yet the in­stru­ments of a fool­ish shep­herd. 16 For, lo, I will raise up a shep­herd in the land, which shall not vis­it those that be cut off, nei­ther shall seek the young one, nor heal that that is bro­ken, nor feed that that standeth still: but he shall eat the flesh of the fat, and tear their claws in pieces. 17 Woe to the idol shep­herd that leaveth the flock! the sword shall be upon his arm, and upon his right eye: his arm shall be clean dried up, and his right eye shall be ut­ter­ly dark­ened.