And on that day
every place where there were 1,000 vines,
worth 1,000 pieces of silver,
will become thorns and briers.

Their bows will cut young men to pieces.
They will have no compassion on little ones;
they will not look with pity on children.

Its collapse will be like the shattering
of a potter’s jar, crushed to pieces,
so that not even a fragment of pottery
will be found among its shattered remains—
no fragment large enough to take fire from a hearth
or scoop water from a cistern.”

Wake up, wake up!
Put on the strength of the Lord’s power.
Wake up as in days past,
as in generations of long ago.
Wasn’t it You who hacked Rahab to pieces,
who pierced the sea monster?