"There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?"

"There shall the fire devour thee; the sword shall cut thee off, it shall eat thee up like the cankerworm: make thyself many as the cankerworm, make thyself many as the locusts."

"All thy strong holds shall be like fig trees with the firstripe figs: if they be shaken, they shall even fall into the mouth of the eater."

"For while they be folden together as thorns, and while they are drunken as drunkards, they shall be devoured as stubble fully dry."

"And I will cast abominable filth upon thee, and make thee vile, and will set thee as a gazingstock."