"You say, 'Swift are they on the face of the waters; their portion is cursed in the land; no treader turns toward their vineyards.
or darkness, so that you cannot see, and a flood of water covers you.
They were snatched away before their time; their foundation was washed away.
among the olive rows of the wicked[3] they make oil; they tread the winepresses, but suffer thirst.
They gather their[2] fodder in the field, and they glean the vineyard of the wicked man.
Terrors overtake him like a flood; in the night a whirlwind carries him off.
I have seen the fool taking root, but suddenly I cursed his dwelling.
They go by like skiffs of reed, like an eagle swooping on the prey.
Let them vanish like water that runs away; when he aims his arrows, let them be blunted.
Let their own table before them become a snare; and when they are at peace, let it become a trap.[3]
The LORD's curse is on the house of the wicked, but he blesses the dwelling of the righteous.
Cross over your land like the Nile, O daughter of Tarshish; there is no restraint anymore.
If you will not listen, if you will not take it to heart to give honor to my name, says the LORD of hosts, then I will send the curse upon you and I will curse your blessings. Indeed, I have already cursed them, because you do not lay it to heart.