By your great skill in trade you have increased your wealth, and your heart is proud because of your wealth.

Increase your merchants more than the stars of heaven! They are like the young locust which sheds its skin and flies away.

You multiplied their descendants like the stars of the sky. You brought them to the land you had told their ancestors to enter in order to possess.

You have enlarged the nation; you give them great joy. They rejoice in your presence as harvesters rejoice; as warriors celebrate when they divide up the plunder.

Go up to Gilead and get medicinal ointment, you dear poor people of Egypt. But it will prove useless no matter how much medicine you use; there will be no healing for you.