¹⁷ thus says the Lord of hosts: Behold, I will send on them the sword, the famine, and the pestilence, and will make them like rotten figs that cannot be eaten, they are so bad.

¹⁷ thus says the Lord of hosts , 'Behold , I am sending upon them the sword , famine and pestilence , and I will make them like split-open figs that cannot be eaten due to rottenness .

¹⁷ God-of-the-Angel-Armies says, 'Watch this! Catastrophe is on the way: war, hunger, disease! They're a barrel of rotten apples.