The wicked person desires a stronghold, but the righteous root endures.

There was once a small city with a few men in it, and a mighty king attacked it, besieging it and building strong siege works against it.

It will be like a dream, a night vision. There will be a horde from all the nations that fight against Ariel, those who attack her and her stronghold and besiege her.

I discovered this: More bitter than death is the kind of woman who is like a hunter’s snare; her heart is like a hunter’s net and her hands are like prison chains. The man who pleases God escapes her, but the sinner is captured by her.