Våkn opp, sverd, mot hyrden min, mot mannen som står meg nær, sier Herren, hærskarenes Gud. Slå hyrden, så saueflokken spres, men jeg vil vende hånden mot de små.
Awake! O sword, against the keeper of my flock, and against him who is with me, says the Lord of armies: put to death the keeper of the sheep, and the sheep will go in flight: and my hand will be turned against the little ones.