The LORD is a jealous God, and a taker of vengeance: yea, a taker of vengeance is the LORD, and wrathful. The LORD taketh vengeance of his enemies, and reserveth displeasure for his adversaries.

LORD is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble, and he knows those who take refuge in him.

But like water overflowing he will take them away; he will put an end to those who come up against him, driving his haters into the dark.

He takes the record of his great men: they go falling on their way; they go quickly to the wall, the cover is made ready.

And, Huzzab, hath been taken captive - hath been led up, - and, her handmaids, are making a moan like the sound of doves, as they taber upon their heart.

Take ye the spoil of silver. Take the spoil of gold. For there is no end of the store, the glory of all goodly furniture.

Everything has been taken from her, all is gone, she has nothing more: the heart is turned to water, the knees are shaking, all are twisted in pain, and colour has gone from all faces.

Because of all the false ways of the loose woman, expert in attraction and wise in secret arts, who takes nations in the net of her false ways, and families through her secret arts.

But even she has been taken away, she has gone away as a prisoner: even her young children are smashed to bits at the top of all the streets: the fate of her honoured men is put to the decision of chance, and all her great men are put in chains.

Draw water for the siege;
strengthen your fortresses.
Step into the clay and tread the mortar;
take hold of the brick-mold!

Your crowned ones are like the locusts, and your scribes like the clouds of insects which take cover in the walls on a cold day, but when the sun comes up they go in flight, and are seen no longer in their place.