ECB(i)
16 for, behold, I raise a tender in the land, who neither visits the cut off, nor seeks the lad, nor heals the broken, nor sustains the stationed: and he eats the flesh of the fat and craunches their hoofs.
17 Ho to the idol tender who forsakes the flock! the sword is on his arm and on his right eye: his arm withers, and in dimming, his right eye dims.