Whose confidence shall break in sunder, And whose trust is a spider's web.
He shall lean upon his house, but it shall not stand: He shall hold fast thereby, but it shall not endure.
Look not upon me, because I am swarthy, Because the sun hath scorched me. My mother's sons were incensed against me; They made me keeper of the vineyards; (But) mine own vineyard have I not kept.
And the daughter of Zion is left as a booth in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city.