But with an overrunning flood he will make an utter end of its place, and darkness shall pursue his enemies.

What do you imagine against the LORD? he will make an utter end: affliction shall not rise up the second time.

Though Nineveh was of old like a pool of water: yet they shall flee away. Stand, stand, shall they cry; but none shall look back.

All your strongholds shall be like fig trees with the first ripe figs: if they are shaken, they shall even fall into the mouth of the eater.

Draw your water for the siege, fortify your strongholds: go into the clay, and tread the mortar, make strong the brick kiln.