Yea he will break it - as the breaking of the pitcher of a potter, crushed, he will not spare; So that there shall not be found when it is smashed, A sherd wherewith to snatch fire from a hearth, Or to skim off water out of a cistern.

Enlarge the space of thy tent And the curtains of thy habitations, let them spread forth do not spare, - Lengthen thy cords, And thy tent-pins, make thou fast;

Cry aloud, do not spare, Like a horn, lift high thy voice, - And declare To my people, heir transgression, and To the house of Jacob their sins.