Neither doth one press upon another; they march every one in his path; and fall amid weapons, but are not wounded.

Yea also, what have ye to do with me, O Tyre and Zidon, and all the districts of Philistia? Will ye render me a recompence? But if ye recompense me, swiftly and speedily will I bring your recompence upon your own head;

Beat your ploughshares into swords, and your pruning-knives into spears; let the weak say, I am strong.

Put in the sickle, for the harvest is ripe: come, get you down, for the press is full, the vats overflow; for their wickedness is great.

But Judah shall abide for ever, and Jerusalem from generation to generation.