Then like a dream, a vision of the night, Shall be the horde of all the nations who make war against Ariel: All the outposts, the siege works against it, all who distress it.
For thus says the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel: Daughter Babylon is like a threshing floor at the time of treading; Yet a little while, and the harvest time will come for her.
His winnowing fan is in his hand to clear his threshing floor and to gather the wheat into his barn, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire.”