Say unto the king and to the queen, Humble yourselves, sit down: for your principalities shall come down, even the crown of your glory.
Lift up your eyes, and behold them that come from the north: where is the flock that was given thee, thy beautiful flock?
And the wild asses did stand in the high places, they snuffed up the wind like dragons; their eyes did fail, because there was no grass.
They that did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: they that were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.
Our persecutors are swifter than the eagles of the heaven: they pursued us upon the mountains, they laid wait for us in the wilderness.