Sion-Jerusalem oh chronicle volk, look your tongue is a vicious destructive dagger and above your head hangs a sinister dark cloud and therefore your own actions draw you towards your downfall in a deadly whirlpool. Yes, I have sent you my messengers and prophets with the prophetic speech and it has never been written so clearly on the earthly wall.

But you have drawn a razor-sharp sword against them and you have treated them like garbage, yes like muck because they have angered and made you mad ‘without any reason’ and therefore you have decided to rather work for the darkness.

Sion-Jerusalem oh chosen volk, as a prophet I came to stand before you, but look, in front of the world you were ashamed of Me. In the Wisdom of Spirit I also came to stand before you, but you have decided to rather reprimand Me in your haughtiness. Also as a widow I came to stand before you, ragged, but you have hit Me in the face.

O Sion-Jerusalem, My chosen chronicle, for how long have I not tolerated and endured you, yes I have even sent the light of My own two candles to you, but you could not stand the mercy of my holy fire in your midst. So what are you now going to do in your darkest hour.

Sion-Jerusalem o chosen nation, look your tongue is an utterly vicious dagger and a dark self-destructive cloud is hanging over the thinking of your mind and therefore your downfall is pulling you down in a terrifying deadly whirlpool.