Zechariah 11
Open your doors, Lebanon,
so that fire may devour your cedars!
2 Wail, you juniper, for the cedar has fallen;
the stately trees are ruined!
Wail, oaks of Bashan;
the dense forest has been cut down!
3 Listen to the wail of the shepherds;
their rich pastures are destroyed!
Listen to the roar of the lions;
the lush thicket of the Jordan is ruined!
so that fire may devour your cedars!
2 Wail, you juniper, for the cedar has fallen;
the stately trees are ruined!
Wail, oaks of Bashan;
the dense forest has been cut down!
3 Listen to the wail of the shepherds;
their rich pastures are destroyed!
Listen to the roar of the lions;
the lush thicket of the Jordan is ruined!
4 This is what the Lord my
God says: “Shepherd the flock marked for slaughter.5 Their
buyers slaughter them and go unpunished. Those who sell them say, ‘Praise the Lord,
I am rich!’ Their own shepherds do not spare them. 6 For
I will no longer have pity on the people of the land,” declares the Lord.
“I will give everyone into the hands of their neighbors and their king.
They will devastate the land, and I will not rescue anyone from their hands.”
7 So I shepherded the flock marked
for slaughter, particularly the oppressed of the flock. Then I took two
staffs and called one Favor and the other Union, and I shepherded the flock. 8 In
one month I got rid of the three shepherds.
The flock detested me, and I grew weary of them 9 and
said, “I will not be your shepherd. Let the dying die, and the perishing
perish. Let those who are left eat one another’s flesh.”
10 Then I took my staff called Favor and
broke it, revoking the covenant I had made with all the nations. 11 It
was revoked on that day, and so the oppressed of the flock who were watching me
knew it was the word of the Lord.
12 I told them, “If you think it best,
give me my pay; but if not, keep it.” So they paid me thirty pieces of silver.
13 And the Lord said to me,
“Throw it to the potter”—the handsome price at which they valued me! So I took
the thirty pieces of silver and threw them to the potter at the house of
the Lord.
14 Then I broke my second staff
called Union, breaking the family bond between Judah and Israel.
15 Then the Lord said to
me, “Take again the equipment of a foolish shepherd.16 For
I am going to raise up a shepherd over the land who will not care for the lost,
or seek the young, or heal the injured, or feed the healthy, but will eat the
meat of the choice sheep, tearing off their hooves.
17 “Woe to the worthless shepherd,
who deserts the flock!
May the sword strike his arm and his right eye!
May his arm be completely withered,
his right eye totally blinded!”
who deserts the flock!
May the sword strike his arm and his right eye!
May his arm be completely withered,
his right eye totally blinded!”
The Song of the True Shepherd
You must be broken, prideful city
All your treasures must be burned
Cry out, for nothing was more precious
To you than the wealth you earned
Shepherd, Elder, Parent, Defender,
You scream not for your sheep
But the rich pasture now in ruins
The livelihood you keep
Now One is
coming, a True Shepherd
Who will lay
down His life for the weak
The small
and the silent now find their rest
In the
cleansing words He will speak
Those
foolish shepherds who abused them before
Thought they
were blessed by God’s will
And if the
True Shepherd had not driven them out
They would
devour the poor sheep still
He will
tenderly kneel and anoint their ragged hooves
Apply oil to
keep away the pests
With Favor
and Union He protects and He leads
The True
Shepherd always gives what is best!
How can it
be, then, that after a little while
The flock
turns in hatred on Him?
Despises His
ways and ignores His calling
Wandering in
arrogance and sin?
Woe to this
flock! After being set free
And brought
into safety with their King
They chase
their own deaths on the rocks and the cliffs
And reject
the life He came to bring
He will not
chase forever! He will give you your way
Do not
imagine that in taking away your pain
He would rob
your free choice to despise His grace
And take up
your painful ways again
You might
call yourself His, you might speak His words
But never be
led by His staff
His favor
over you will not always last
One day it
will break in half
“So what did
I mean to you?” The Shepherd will say
“What was
all my suffering worth?”
Thirty
silver coins, the wages of a slave,
Will be
offered to the King of the earth.
Because He
was a slave to you, not a King
Just as the
foolish shepherds used you for food
You have now
used Him to heal all your wounds
Set your
table, soften your mood.
The potter’s
field holds the bodies of men
Who came
humbly, as foreigners to Grace,
They will
rest peacefully, but you, who had everything,
Throw it
down as you search for a better place
The Union is
shattered—no more will the proud
And the
humble eat from the same plate
Those who
call themselves Christ’s will be divided
And only
those who love Him will stay
A vile
shepherd will come to destroy the flock of God
Raised up by
God’s own hand!
Those who endure
and love Christ through it all
Will be
delivered to the Promised Land
Such a time
of sadness to be borne by those
Who still
had so much life to lay down
But hope,
peace and courage for those whose life
Is Jesus,
His glory their crown.
You little
shepherds under Christ, take up your tools!
Be bold! Be
true! Be right!
You Elders
of the Church of God, take care,
For your
sheep must make it through the night!
You foolish
shepherd who only cares for the pay
Who runs in
fear in the hardest times,
Your
worthless arm, meant to shield, may it wither
Your eye,
meant to watch, may it be blind.
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