Have you not heard from afar, I made it? From days of old I formed it. Now I have caused it to come, that you should make fortified cities desolate ruin heaps.
Shall the axe glorify itself over him chopping with it? Or shall the saw magnify itself over him moving it? As if a rod could wave those who lift it. As if a staff could raise what is not wood!
Drop down from above, O heavens; and let the clouds pour down righteousness. Let the earth open and let salvation bear fruit; and let righteousness spring up together. I, Jehovah have created it.
Behold, I have created the smith blowing coals in the fire, and who brings out an instrument for his work; and I have created the one corrupting to destroy.
And I will make Samaria into ruins of the field, plantings of a vineyard. And I will pour down her stones into the valley, and I will uncover her foundations.