The Lord tells Ezekiel to set his face toward Jerusalem and prophesy against the land of Israel: he is against it and will draw his sword from its sheath to cut off the righteous and the wicked. Ezekiel must groan with breaking loins and bitter grief, and when they ask why, he will say it is because of the news that is coming: every heart will melt and every knee turn to water.
A song follows: a sword sharpened and polished for slaughter, so that it flashes like lightning. It has been given to be polished, to be grasped in the hand. Ezekiel must cry and wail, for the sword is against his people and the princes of Israel. He must clap his hands, and the sword will be doubled a third time; it is the sword for the great slaughter.
The Lord marks two roads for the sword of the king of Babylon, coming from one land; at the fork, where they lead to Rabbah of the Ammonites and to Jerusalem in Judah, the king stops to practice divination: he shakes the arrows, consults the household gods, looks at the liver. The lot falls on Jerusalem. To the Jews who swore loyalty it seems a false divination, but their guilt will be recalled and they will be captured.
To the profane wicked prince of Israel, whose day has come, the Lord says to remove the turban and take off the crown: the low will be exalted and the exalted brought low. A ruin, ruin, ruin I will make it, and it shall be no more, until he comes to whom the judgment belongs, and I will give it to him. The chapter ends with the sword against the Ammonites, which will also be drawn and will not return to its sheath.