with kings and wise men of the earth, who built ruins for themselves,

Oh that my grief were but weighed, and my ruin laid in the balances together!

His eyes shall see his ruin, and he shall drink of the wrath of the Almighty.

The place of ruin and death say, We have heard the fame of it with our ears.

They are dried up with want and famine; they who gnaw the dry ground, which was before waste and ruin,

On my right a brood rises; they push away my feet and raise up against me the ways of their ruin.

As through a wide break they came on; they roll under a ruin.

Surely He will not stretch out His hand to the ruin-heap, though they cry in their misfortune.

For it is a fire that devours to the Place of Ruin, and it would root out all my gain.

If I rejoiced at the ruin of my hater, and I was excited when evil found him;