And commanded concerning thee hath Jehovah, 'No more of thy name doth spread abroad, From the house of thy gods I cut off graven and molten image, I appoint thy grave, for thou hast been vile.

He remembers his nobles. They stumble in their march. They make haste to the wall of it, and the mantelet is prepared.

Thou hast multiplied thy merchants above the stars of heaven: the canker-worm spoileth, and flieth away.

Thy wound cannot be hid, thy plague is so sore. All they that hear this of thee, shall clap their hands over thee. For what is he, to whom thou hast not always been doing hurt?