They that hate thee shall be clothed with shame; And the tent of the wicked shall be no more.
But now he hath made me weary: Thou hast made desolate all my company.
All darkness is laid up for his treasures: A fire not blown (by man) shall devour him; It shall consume that which is left in his tent.
Through the wrath of Jehovah of hosts is the land burnt up; and the people are as the fuel of fire: no man spareth his brother.