He gave them their request, but He sent a wasting disease on them.
Therefore the Lord, God of Hosts, shall send leanness among his stout ones, and under his glory he shall kindle a burning like the burning of a fire.
From the uttermost part of the earth we hear songs, that is, “Glory to the Righteous One.” But I say, Woe to me! Woe to me! Alas for me! The treacherous deal treacherously; indeed, the treacherous deal very treacherously.