Nor, he that handleth the bow, make a stand, and, the swift on his feet, shall not escape, - nor, he that rideth on a horse, escape with his life:

Hear this, ye who pant after the needy, and to make an end of the oppressed of the land:

So will I turn your festivals into mourning, and all your songs into a dirge, and I will bring up - on all loins - sackcloth, and upon every head - baldness, - and I will make it like the mourning for an only one, even the afterpart thereof, as a day of bitterness.

I saw My Lord stationed by the altar, and he said - Smite the capital - that the sills, may tremble, Yea break them off on the head of them all, and, the last of them, with the sword, will I slay, - He that fleeth of them, shall not flee away, and he that escapeth of them, shall not make good his escape.