ECB(i)
24 I live, - an oracle of Yah Veh; though Kon Yah the son of Yah Yaqim sovereign of Yah Hudah were seal on my right hand, yet I tear you thence;
25 and I give you into the hand of them who seek your soul and into the hand of them whose face you fear - even into the hand of Nebukadnets Tsar sovereign of Babel and into the hand of the Kesediym:
26 and I cast you and your mother who birthed you into another land where you were not birthed; and there you die.
27 And to the land to which they lift their soul to return they return not.
28 Is this man Kon Yah a despised splattered idol? An instrument wherein is no delight? Why are they cast out, he and his seed, - cast into a land they know not?