^17 (A)“Woe to my worthless shepherd,
    ^(B)who deserts the flock!
May the sword strike his arm
    and ^(C)his right eye!
Let his arm be wholly withered,
    his right eye utterly blinded!”

⁷ “Awake, O sword, against ^(A)my shepherd,
    against the man who stands next to me,”
declares the Lord of hosts.
^(B)“Strike the shepherd, and the sheep will be scattered;
    I will turn my hand against the little ones.