4To gather its pieces unto it, every good piece, Thigh and shoulder, the choice of the bones to fill in.
5The choice of the flock to take, And also to pile of the bones under it, Boil it thoroughly, yea, cook its bones in its midst.
6Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Wo [to] the city of blood, A pot whose scum [is] in it, And its scum hath not come out of it, By piece of it, by piece of it bring it out, Not fallen on it hath a lot.
7For her blood in her midst hath been, On a clear place of a rock she hath set it, She hath not poured it on the earth, To cover it over with dust.
8To cause fury to come up to take vengeance, I have put her blood on a clear place of a rock -- not to be covered.
9Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Wo [to] the city of blood, yea, I -- I make great the pile.
10Make abundant the wood, Kindle the fire, consume the flesh, And make the compound, And let the bones be burnt.
