Neither does one push another. They march each one in his path, and they burst through the weapons, and do not break off.

The seeds are rotten under their clods, the granaries are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered.

By him my vine is made waste and my fig-tree broken: he has taken all its fruit and sent it down to the earth; its branches are made white.

They are running like strong men, they go over the wall like men of war; every man goes straight on his way, their lines are not broken.

Let your hearts be broken, and not your clothing, and come back to the Lord your God: for he is full of grace and pity, slow to be angry and great in mercy, ready to be turned from his purpose of punishment.