<p class="poetry">Its underparts<n id="1" /> are the sharp points of potsherds,p> <p class="poetry">it leaves its mark in the mudp> <p class="poetry">like a threshing sledge.<n id="2" />p>

<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>

So the officials<n id="1" /> took Jeremiah and put him in the cistern<n id="2" /> of Malkijah, one of the royal princes,<n id="3" /> that was in the courtyard of the guardhouse. There was no water in the cistern, only mud. So when they lowered Jeremiah into the cistern with ropes he sank in the mud.<n id="4" />p>