The Lord declares that the end has come upon the four corners of the land of Israel. Now the end is upon them, for he will send his anger, judge them according to their ways and repay them for their abominations. He will have no pity; disaster comes, the time has come, the day is near. The rod has blossomed, pride has budded, and violence has grown into a rod of wickedness.
Let not the buyer rejoice nor the seller mourn, for wrath is upon all the multitude. The trumpet sounds and everything is ready, but no one goes to battle, because the wrath of the Lord is upon the whole multitude. Outside is the sword, inside plague and famine. Those who escape will be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, each moaning over his own iniquity. All hands will be feeble and knees will turn to water.
Their silver and gold will be thrown into the streets and cannot deliver them, for these had been the cause of their downfall. The Lord gives the treasure to foreigners and the sanctuary will be profaned. Anguish comes and they will seek peace, but there will be none. Disaster on disaster, rumor on rumor; they will seek a vision from the prophet, but the law will perish from the priest and counsel from the elders. The king will mourn and the people will tremble. God will deal with them according to their way and they will know that he is the Lord.