<p class="poetry">if I have eaten its produce without paying,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">or caused the death<n id="2" /> of its owners,<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">Smoke streams from its nostrilsp> <p class="poetry">as from a boiling pot over burning<n id="1" /> rushes.p>

I will gather you and blow on you with the fire of my fury, and you will be melted in it.

<p class="poetry">Total darkness waits to receive his treasures;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">a fire which has not been kindled<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">will consume himp> <p class="poetry">and devour what is left in his tent.p>

The <sc>Lordsc> God formed<n id="1" /> the man from the soil of the ground<n id="2" /> and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life,<n id="3" /> and the man became a living being.<n id="4" />p>

<p class="poetry">Look, I create the craftsman,p> <p class="poetry">who fans the coals into a firep> <p class="poetry">and forges a weapon.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">I create the destroyer so he might devastate.p>

<p class="bodytext">The <sc>Lordsc> again asked me, &#8220;What do you see?&#8221; I answered, &#8220;I see a pot of boiling water; it is tipped toward us from the north.&#8221;<n id="1" />

<p class="poetry">The mother who had seven children<n id="1" /> will grow faint.p> <p class="poetry">All the breath will go out of her.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">Her pride and joy will be taken from her in the prime of their life.p> <p class="poetry">It will seem as if the sun had set while it was still day.<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">She will suffer shame and humiliation.<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">I will cause any of them who are still left alivep> <p class="poetry">to be killed in war by the onslaughts of their enemies,&#8221;<n id="5" />p> <p class="bodytext">says the <sc>Lordsc>.p>

As silver, bronze, iron, lead, and tin are gathered in a furnace so that the fire can melt them, so I will gather you in my anger and in my rage. I will deposit you there<n id="1" /> and melt you.

<p class="bodytext">He said to me, &#8220;Prophesy to the breath,<n id="1" /> &#8211; prophesy, son of man &#8211; and say to the breath: &#8216;This is what the sovereign <sc>Lordsc> says: Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe on these corpses so that they may live.&#8217;&#8221;

&#8216;You expected a large harvest, but instead<n id="1" /> there was little, and when you brought it home it disappeared right away.<n id="2" /> Why?&#8217; asks the <sc>Lordsc> who rules over all. &#8216;Because my temple remains in ruins, thanks to each of you favoring his own house!<n id="3" />

You also say, &#8216;How tiresome it is.&#8217; You turn up your nose at it,&#8221; says the <sc>Lordsc> who rules over all, &#8220;and instead bring what is stolen, lame, or sick. You bring these things for an offering! Should I accept this from you?&#8221;<n id="1" /> asks the <sc>Lordsc>.