Each one will be handed over to the sword; their corpses will be eaten by jackals.

For the Lord holds in his hand a cup full of foaming wine mixed with spices, and pours it out. Surely all the wicked of the earth will slurp it up and drink it to its very last drop.”

In my time of trouble I sought the Lord. I kept my hand raised in prayer throughout the night. I refused to be comforted.