17  ^f“Woe to my worthless shepherd,

^gwho deserts the flock!

May the sword strike his arm

and ^hhis right eye!

Let his arm be wholly withered,

his right eye utterly blinded!”

7  “Awake, O sword, against ^qmy shepherd,

against the man who stands next to me,”

declares the Lord of hosts.

^r“Strike the shepherd, and the sheep will be scattered;

I will turn my hand against the little ones.