And, his breath like an overflowing torrent, even unto the neck, doth reach, To sift nations with a sieve of calamity, - A bridle leading to ruin, being upon the jaws of the peoples.

For lo! I am giving command, and will sift, throughout all the nations, the house of Israel, - as grain is sifted in a sieve, yet shall there not fall a kernel, to the earth.

Simon! Simon! lo! Satan, hath claimed you, to sift as wheat;