And the hilt also went in after the blade, and the fat closed over the blade, because Ehud did not draw the sword out of his belly; and the refuse came out.

His mischief will return on his own head,
And his violence will come down on the top of his head [like loose dirt].

Then I beat them fine as the dust before the wind;
I emptied them out as the dirt of the streets.

But the wicked are like the tossing sea,
For it cannot be quiet,
And its waters toss up mire and mud.

Judah has gone into exile under affliction
And under harsh servitude;
She dwells among the [pagan] nations,
But she has found no rest;
All her pursuers have overtaken her
In the midst of [her] distress.