"The LORD hath been sore displeased at your forefathers.

and sore displeased at the careless Heathen: for whereas I was but a little angry, they did their best that I might destroy them.

Turn you now to the stronghold, ye that be in prison, and long sore to be delivered: And this day I bring the word, that I will reward thee double again.

O idle shepherd, that leaveth the flock! The sword shall come upon his arm and upon his right eye. His arm shall be clean dried up, and his right eye shall be sore blinded."