Who may keep his place before his wrath? and who may undergo the heat of his passion? his wrath is let loose like fire and the rocks are broken open by him.

The river doorways are forced open, and the king's house is flowing away.

All your walled places will be like fig-trees and your people like the first figs, falling at a shake into the mouth which is open for them.

See, the people who are in you are women; the doorways of your land are wide open to your attackers: the locks of your doors have been burned away in the fire.