“Swift are they on the face of the waters; their portion in the land is cursed; no treader turns toward their vineyards.
or darkness so that you cannot see; a flood of water covers you.
They were snatched away before their time; their foundation was washed away by a flood.
between their terraces they press out oil; they tread the winepresses but suffer thirst.
They reap in a field not their own, and they glean in the vineyard of the wicked.
Terrors overtake them like a flood; in the night a whirlwind carries them off.
I have seen fools taking root, but suddenly I cursed their dwelling.
They go by like skiffs of reed, like an eagle swooping on the prey.
Let them vanish like water that runs away; like grass let them be trodden down and wither.
Let their table be a trap for them, a snare for their allies.
The Lord’s curse is on the house of the wicked, but he blesses the abode of the righteous.
Cross over to your own land, O ships of Tarshish; this is a harbor no more.
If you will not listen, if you will not lay it to heart to give glory to my name, says the Lord of hosts, then I will send the curse on you, and I will curse your blessings; indeed, I have already cursed them because you do not lay it to heart.