What do ye devise against Jehovah? he will make a full end; affliction shall not rise up the second time.

Woe to the bloody city! it is all full of lies and rapine; the prey departeth not.

Thy princes are as the locusts, and thy marshals as the swarms of grasshoppers, which encamp in the hedges in the cold day, but when the sun ariseth they flee away, and their place is not known where they are.

There is no assuaging of thy hurt: thy wound is grievous: all that hear the report of thee clap their hands over thee; for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?