11And you will be overcome with wine, you will become feeble; you will be looking for a safe place from those who are fighting against you.
12All your walled places will be like fig-trees and your people like the first figs, falling at a shake into the mouth which is open for them.
13See, the people who are in you are women; the doorways of your land are wide open to your attackers: the locks of your doors have been burned away in the fire.
14Get water for the time when you are shut in, make strong your towns: go into the potter's earth, stamping it down with your feet, make strong the brickworks.
15There the fire will make you waste; you will be cut off by the sword: make yourself as great in number as the worms, as great in number as the locusts.
16Let your traders be increased more than the stars of heaven:
17Your crowned ones are like the locusts, and your scribes like the clouds of insects which take cover in the walls on a cold day, but when the sun comes up they go in flight, and are seen no longer in their place.
