11And I have appointed on the world evil, And on the wicked their iniquity, And have caused to cease the excellency of the proud, And the excellency of the terrible I make low.
12I make man more rare than fine gold, And a common man than pure gold of Ophir.
13Therefore the heavens I cause to tremble, And the earth doth shake from its place, In the wrath of Jehovah of Hosts, And in a day of the heat of his anger.
14And it hath been, as a roe driven away, And as a flock that hath no gatherer, Each unto his people -- they turn, And each unto his land -- they flee.
15Every one who is found is thrust through, And every one who is added falleth by sword.
16And their sucklings are dashed to pieces before their eyes, Spoiled are their houses, and their wives lain with.
17Lo, I am stirring up against them the Medes, Who silver esteem not, And gold -- they delight not in it.
