They break up my path, they promote my calamity; no one restrains them.
As through a wide breach they come; amid the crash they roll on.
For they persecute those whom you have struck down, and those whom you have wounded, they attack still more.
My people—children are their oppressors, and women rule over them. O my people, your leaders mislead you, and confuse the course of your paths.
And I am extremely angry with the nations that are at ease; for while I was only a little angry, they made the disaster worse.