You bring their lives to an end and they “fall asleep.” In the morning they are like the grass that sprouts up;

May his days be few! May another take his job!

May his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow!

May they be like the grass on the rooftops which withers before one can even pull it up,

Let them be for yourself alone, and not for strangers with you.

At the two corners they must be doubled at the lower end and finished together at the top in one ring. So it will be for both.

Come, let’s consider your options,” says the Lord. “Though your sins have stained you like the color red, you can become white like snow; though they are as easy to see as the color scarlet, you can become white like wool.

Linen turbans will be on their heads and linen undergarments will be around their waists; they must not bind themselves with anything that causes sweat.

The poles must remain in the rings of the ark; they must not be removed from it.

The gatekeepers were posted on all four sides – east, west, north, and south.

How often are they like straw before the wind, and like chaff swept away by a whirlwind?

May they be like wind-driven chaff, as the Lord’s angel attacks them!

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

They bear fruit even when they are old; they are filled with vitality and have many leaves.

May the Lord be constantly aware of them, and cut off the memory of his children from the earth!

Those who make them will end up like them, as will everyone who trusts in them.

Those who make them will end up like them, as will everyone who trusts in them.

There will be so few trees left in his forest, a child will be able to count them.

I will remove the sorcery that you practice, and you will no longer have omen readers living among you.

Any children that you father after them will be yours; they will be listed under the names of their brothers in their inheritance.