ECB(i)
9 To me, my inheritance is as a speckled swooper. Are the swoopers all around against her? Come, gather all the live beings of the field; come for food.
10 Many tenders ruin my vineyard; they trample my allotment; they give the allotment of my desire a desolate wilderness:
11 they set it desolate; and desolate, it mourns to me; the whole land is desolated because no man sets it to heart.
12 The ravagers come on all the barrens in the wilderness: for the sword of Yah Veh devours from the end of the land even to the end of the land - no shalom to any flesh.