Therefore, their inhabitants were short of strength; they were dismayed and humiliated; they were as the grass of the field and as the green herb, as the grass on the housetops is scorched before it is grown up.
Surely the day is coming, burning like an oven; all the proud, yes, all evildoers will be stubble. The day that is coming will burn them up, says the Lord of Hosts, so that it will leave them neither root nor branch.