<p class="poetry">Sound your battle cry<n id="1" /> against the wild beast of the reeds,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and the nations that assemble like a herd of calves led by bulls!<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">They humble themselves<n id="4" /> and offer gold and silver as tribute.<n id="5" />p> <p class="poetry">God<n id="6" /> scatters<n id="7" /> the nations that like to do battle.p>

<p class="poetry">Look, I am stirring up the Medes to attack them;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">they are not concerned about silver,p> <p class="poetry">nor are they interested in gold.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="bodytext">I answered,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;Who would listenp> <p class="poetry">if I spoke to them and warned them?<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">Their ears are so closed<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">that they cannot hear!p> <p class="poetry">Indeed,<n id="4" /> what the <sc>Lordsc> says is offensive to them.p> <p class="poetry">They do not like it at all.<n id="5" />p>