<p class="poetry">For like the crackling of quick-burning thorns<n id="1" /> under a cooking pot,p> <p class="poetry">so is the laughter of the fool.p> <p class="poetry">This kind of folly<n id="2" /> also is useless.<n id="3" />p>

He said, &#8220;Get some flour.&#8221; Then he threw it into the pot and said, &#8220;Now pour some out for the men so they may eat.&#8221;<n id="1" /> There was no longer anything harmful in the pot.p>

<p class="poetry">It makes the deep boil like a cauldronp> <p class="poetry">and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment,<n id="1" />p>

You are to make its pots for the ashes,<n id="1" /> its shovels, its tossing bowls,<n id="2" /> its meat hooks, and its fire pans &#8211; you are to make all<n id="3" /> its utensils of bronze.

<p class="poetry">Before the kindling is even placed under your pots,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">he<n id="2" /> will sweep it away along with both the raw and cooked meat.<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">Moab is my washbasin.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">I will make Edom serve me.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">I will shout in triumph over Philistia.&#8221;<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">Moab is my wash basin.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">I will make Edom serve me.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">I will shout in triumph over Philistia.&#8221;p>

<p class="poetry">Her fortresses will be overgrown with thorns;p> <p class="poetry">thickets and weeds will grow<n id="1" /> in her fortified cities.p> <p class="poetry">Jackals will settle there;p> <p class="poetry">ostriches will live there.<n id="2" />p>

They say,<n id="1" /> &#8216;The time is not near to build houses;<n id="2" /> the city<n id="3" /> is a cooking pot<n id="4" /> and we are the meat in it.&#8217;

<p class="poetry">Surely they will be totally consumed<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">like<n id="2" /> entangled thorn bushes,<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">like the drink of drunkards,<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">like very<n id="5" /> dry stubble.p>

<t /><p class="bodytext">Now Elisha went back to Gilgal, while there was famine in the land. Some of the prophets were visiting him<n id="1" /> and he told his servant, &#8220;Put the big pot on the fire<n id="2" /> and boil some stew for the prophets.&#8221;<n id="3" />

The stew was poured out<n id="1" /> for the men to eat. When they ate some of the stew, they cried out, &#8220;Death is in the pot, O prophet!&#8221; They could not eat it.

They also took the pots, shovels,<n id="1" /> trimming shears,<n id="2" /> pans, and all the bronze utensils used by the priests.<n id="3" />

and the pots, shovels, and meat forks.<n id="1" /> All the items King Solomon assigned Huram Abi to make for the <sc>Lordsc>&#8217;s temple<n id="2" /> were made from polished bronze.

They cooked the Passover sacrifices over the open fire as prescribed and cooked the consecrated offerings in pots, kettles, and pans. They quickly served them to all the people.

<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" />

They also took the pots, shovels,<n id="1" /> trimming shears,<n id="2" /> basins, pans, and all the bronze utensils used by the priests.<n id="3" />

Therefore, this is what the sovereign <sc>Lordsc> says: &#8216;The corpses you have dumped<n id="1" /> in the midst of the city<n id="2" /> are the meat, and this city<n id="3" /> is the cooking pot, but I will take you out of it.<n id="4" />

This city will not be a cooking pot for you, and you will not<n id="1" /> be meat within it; I will judge you at the border of Israel.

Recite a proverb to this rebellious house<n id="1" /> and say to them, &#8216;This is what the sovereign <sc>Lordsc> says:p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;&#8216;Set on the pot,<n id="2" /> set it on,p> <p class="poetry">pour water in it too;p>