n°38 / Zechariah 11 :

1Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may devour thy cedars.
2Howl, fir tree ; for the cedar is fallen ; because the mighty are spoiled : howl, O ye oaks of Bashan ; for the forest of the vintage is come down.
3There is a voice of the howling of the shepherds ; for their glory is spoiled : a voice of the roaring of young lions ; for the pride of Jordan is spoiled.
4Thus saith the LORD my God ; Feed the flock of the slaughter ;
5Whose possessors slay them, and hold themselves not guilty : and they that sell them say, Blessed be the LORD ; for I am rich : and their own shepherds pity them not.
6For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land, saith the LORD : but, lo, I will deliver the men every one into his neighbour’s hand, and into the hand of his king : and they shall smite the land, and out of their hand I will not deliver them.
7And I will feed the flock of slaughter, even you, O poor of the flock. And I took unto me two staves ; the one I called Beauty, and the other I called Bands ; and I fed the flock.
8Three shepherds also I cut off in one month ; and my soul lothed them, and their soul also abhorred me.
9Then said I, I will not feed you : that that dieth, let it die ; and that that is to be cut off, let it be cut off ; and let the rest eat every one the flesh of another.
10And I took my staff, even Beauty, and cut it asunder, that I might break my covenant which I had made with all the people.
11And it was broken in that day : and so the poor of the flock that waited upon me knew that it was the word of the LORD.
12And I said unto them, If ye think good, give me my price ; and if not, forbear. So they weighed for my price thirty pieces of silver.