He is swift upon the face of the waters; Their portion is cursed in the earth: He turneth not by the way of the vineyards.
If ye will not hear, and if ye will not lay it to heart, to give glory unto my name, saith the LORD of hosts, then will I send the curse upon you, and I will curse your blessings: yea, I have cursed them already, because ye do not lay it to heart.
Pass through thy land as the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no girdle about thee any more.
The curse of the LORD is in the house of the wicked; But he blesseth the habitation of the righteous.
Let their table before them become a snare; And when they are in peace, let it become a trap.
Let them melt away as water that runneth apace: When he aimeth his arrows, let them be as though they were cut off.
Who were snatched away before their time, Whose foundation was poured out as a stream:
They are passed away as the swift ships: As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.
I have seen the foolish taking root: But suddenly I cursed his habitation.
Or darkness, that thou canst not see, And abundance of waters cover thee.
They cut their provender in the field; And they glean the vintage of the wicked.
They make oil within the walls of these men; They tread their winepresses, and suffer thirst.
Terrors overtake him like waters; A tempest stealeth him away in the night.