They break up my path, They promote my calamity; They have no helper.
They come as broad breakers; Under the ruinous storm they roll along.
For they persecute the ones You have struck, And talk of the grief of those You have wounded.
As for My people, children are their oppressors, And women rule over them. O My people! Those who lead you cause you to err, And destroy the way of your paths.”
I am exceedingly angry with the nations at ease; For I was a little angry, And they helped—but with evil intent.”