for every high tower, for every fortified wall,

Your mind will recall the terror you experienced, and you will ask yourselves, “Where is the scribe? Where is the one who weighs the money? Where is the one who counts the towers?”

He built a hedge around it, removed its stones, and planted a vine. He built a tower in the middle of it, and constructed a winepress. He waited for it to produce edible grapes, but it produced sour ones instead.

On every high mountain and every high hill there will be streams flowing with water, at the time of great slaughter when the fortified towers collapse.