<p class="poetry">I have stirred up one out of the north<n id="1" /> and he advances,p> <p class="poetry">one from the eastern horizon who prays in my name.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">He steps on<n id="3" /> rulers as if they were clay,p> <p class="poetry">like a potter treading the clay.p>

<p class="bodytext">At dawn<n id="1" /> the angels hurried Lot along, saying, &#8220;Get going! Take your wife and your two daughters who are here,<n id="2" /> or else you will be destroyed when the city is judged!&#8221;<n id="3" />