He sent fire from above. He made it go deep into my bones. He spread a net for my feet. He made me turn back. He has left me devastated. He has made me sick all day long.
I will spread my net over him, and he will be caught in my net. I will bring him to Babylon, the land of the Babylonians, but he will not see it. And that’s where he’ll die.
Lord, bless them with strength and be pleased with the work they do. Break the backs of those who attack them and hate them so that they can never get up again.”
