¹³ And it came to pass, when I prophesied, that Pheltias the son of Banaias died: and I fell down upon my face, and cried with a loud voice: and said: Alas, alas, alas, O Lord God: wilt thou make an end of all the remnant of Israel?

¹¹ There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.