He is swift as the waters; their portion is cursed in the earth: he beholds not the way of the vineyards.
Or darkness, that you can not see; and abundance of waters cover you.
Which were cut down out of time, whose foundation was overflowed with a flood:
Which make oil within their walls, and tread their winepresses, and suffer thirst.
They reap every one his corn in the field: and they gather the vintage of the wicked.
Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest steals him away in the night.
I have seen the foolish taking root: but suddenly I cursed his habitation.
They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hastens to the prey.
Let them melt away as waters which run continually: when he bends his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.
Let their table become a snare before them: and that which should have been for their welfare, let it become a trap.
The curse of the LORD is in the house of the wicked: but he blesses the habitation of the just.
Pass through your land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.
If you will not hear, and if you will not lay it to heart, to give glory to my name, said the LORD of hosts, I will even send a curse on you, and I will curse your blessings: yes, I have cursed them already, because you do not lay it to heart.