Chapter 11 - Zechariah
1) Open thy doors, O Lebanon, that the fire may devour thy cedars.
2) Howl, fir tree; for the cedar is fallen; because the mighty are spoiled: howl, O ye oaks of Bashan; for the forest of the vintage is come down.
3) There is a voice of the howling of the shepherds; for their glory is spoiled: a voice of the roaring of young lions; for the pride of Jordan is spoiled.
4) Thus saith the LORD my God; Feed the flock of the slaughter;
5) Whose possessors slay them, and hold themselves not guilty: and they that sell them say, Blessed be the LORD; for I am rich: and their own shepherds pity them not.
6) For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land, saith the LORD: but, lo, I will deliver the men every one into his neighbour's hand, and into the hand of his king: and they shall smite the land, and out of their hand I will not deliver them.
7) And I will feed the flock of slaughter, even you, O poor of the flock. And I took unto me two staves; the one I called Beauty, and the other I called Bands; and I fed the flock.
8) Three shepherds also I cut off in one month; and my soul loathed them, and their soul also abhorred me.
9) Then said I, I will not feed you: that that dieth, let it die; and that that is to be cut off, let it be cut off; and let the rest eat every one the flesh of another.
10) And I took my staff, even Beauty, and cut it asunder, that I might break my covenant which I had made with all the people.
Chapters - Zechariah
Chapter 1 (21)
Chapter 2 (13)
Chapter 3 (10)
Chapter 4 (14)
Chapter 5 (11)
Chapter 6 (15)
Chapter 7 (14)
Chapter 8 (23)
Chapter 9 (17)
Chapter 10 (12)
Chapter 11 (17)
Chapter 12 (14)
Chapter 13 (9)
Chapter 14 (21)