The word of the Lord comes to Ezekiel and tells him to set his face toward the mountains of Israel and prophesy against them. God announces that he will bring a sword upon them and destroy their high places. The altars will be made desolate, the incense altars broken, and the slain will fall before their idols. The bones of the Israelites will be scattered around their altars, in all their cities and places.
Yet the Lord says he will leave a remnant, some who escape the sword and are scattered among the nations. There, in captivity, they will remember that he was broken by their unfaithful hearts and by their eyes that played the whore after idols. They will loathe themselves for the evil they did, and they will know that the Lord did not speak in vain.
The Lord tells Ezekiel to clap his hands, stamp his foot and say alas over all the abominations of Israel, because they will fall by sword, famine and pestilence. Whoever is far off will die of plague, whoever is near will fall by the sword, and whoever survives will die of famine. When the slain lie among their idols, on every high hill and under every leafy tree, they will know that he is the Lord. God will stretch out his hand and make the land desolate and waste.