For their open works shall be even destroyed, and all they that make pounds and slues for fish shall come to naught.

For why would no man receive me, when I came? And when I called, no man gave me answer. Was my hand clean smitten off, that it might not help? Or had I not power to deliver? Lo, at a word I drink up the sea, and of water floods I make dry land: so that for want of water, the fish corrupt and die of thirst.

For before the harvest, when the branch is grown, there shall come ripe fruit out of the flower: and he shall cut down the increase with the scythes, and the branches shall he take away with hooks.