A Lament for Zion’s Prince and Prophetess

Oh, thou Prince? You say, "The meat shall stay in the cauldron."
For, in your heart you figure it is unclean for the people
To be plucked out of Zion, and taken to foreign lands.
For, they shall throw a bag over your head, and dig through your walls
And take you to Babylon, where you shall be killed and dishonored.
For, you believe, "The priest shan't pluck the sacrificial portion
"From the pot, while the sacrifice is being prepared,
"So shall the people of Zion be behind her impenetrable wall."
Ezekiel is saying, it is not so. You shall be taken alive, and killed.
So also the Prophetesses, who do their vain dance,
Trying to catch a soul with a pillow---I still cannot understand it
And shan't be allowed to, for it is pure mischief and sorcery;
No, it is but vanity, and delusion. You hop forth, and try to capture souls
And you prophesy to the LORD's people vain visions to cause them sadness.
They come to you for the truth, and you whisper to them,
"Oh, you are wicked, wicked, a man of trembling!"
But the LORD did not make him sad!
Then, you go to the wicked man, and promise him all prosperity
All freedom, all assurance in his vice, for he struggles with sin
And you slyly smile that he has his demons and they rule over him
Just like yours rule over thou.