Aren't you from everlasting, LORD my God, my Holy One? We will not die. LORD, you have appointed him for judgment. You, Rock, have established him to punish.

Behold, his soul is puffed up. It is not upright in him, but the righteous will live by his faith.

Won't all these take up a parable against him, and a taunting proverb against him, and say, 'Woe to him who increases that which is not his, and who enriches himself by extortion. How long?'

Woe to him who gets an evil gain for his house, that he may set his nest on high, that he may be delivered from the hand of evil.

Woe to him who builds a town with blood, and establishes a city by iniquity.

"Woe to him who gives his neighbor drink, pouring your inflaming wine until they are drunk, so that you may gaze at their naked bodies.

Woe to him who says to the wood, 'Awake.' or to the mute stone, 'Arise.' Shall this teach? Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver, and there is no breath at all in its midst.

But the LORD is in his holy temple. Let all the earth be silent before him."

Plague went before him, and pestilence followed his feet.