What imagine ye against the LORD? He makes an utter end: ye shall not be troubled twice.

The scatterer shall come up against thee, and lay siege to the castle. Look thou well to the streets, make thy loins strong, arm thyself with all thy might:

Behold, I will upon thee, sayeth the LORD of Hosts, and will set fire upon thy chariots that they shall smoke withal, and the sword shall devour thy young lions. I will make an end of thy spoiling from out of the earth, and the voice of thy messengers shall no more be heard.

I will cast dirt upon thee, to make thee be abhorred, and a gazing stock.

Draw water now against thou be besieged, make up thy strongholds, go into the clay, temper the mortar, make strong brick: