<p class="poetry">I, the <sc>Lordsc>, once called<n id="1" /> you a thriving olive tree,p> <p class="poetry">one that produced beautiful fruit.p> <p class="poetry">But I will set you<n id="2" /> on fire,p> <p class="poetry">fire that will blaze with a mighty roar.<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">Then all your branches will be good for nothing.<n id="4" />p>

When they moved, I heard the sound of their wings &#8211; it was like the sound of rushing waters, or the voice of the Almighty,<n id="1" /> or the tumult<n id="2" /> of an army. When they stood still, they lowered their wings.p>