The shields of his warriors are dyed red; the mighty soldiers are dressed in scarlet garments. The metal fittings of the chariots shine like fire on the day of battle; the soldiers brandish their spears.

Your courtiers are like locusts, your officials are like a swarm of locusts! They encamp in the walls on a cold day, yet when the sun rises, they fly away; and no one knows where they are.

The Lord is good – indeed, he is a fortress in time of distress, and he protects those who seek refuge in him.

Surely they will be totally consumed like entangled thorn bushes, like the drink of drunkards, like very dry stubble.