The LORD is slow to anger, and great in power, and will not at all acquit the wicked: the LORD hath his way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet.

A curse is on the town of blood; it is full of deceit and violent acts; and there is no end to the taking of life.

Even thou art drunken, thou art hidden, Even thou dost seek a strong place, because of an enemy.

Thy shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria: thy nobles shall dwell in the dust: thy people is scattered upon the mountains, and no man gathereth them.