let thistles grow instead of wheat, and useless weed instead of barley.” The words of Iyoḇ
let my arm fall from my shoulder, and my arm be broken from the bone.
Lest you say, ‘We have found wisdom’ – it is Ě
The prayers of Dawiḏ
and I lay it waste; it is not pruned or dug and thornbushes and weeds shall come up; and I command the clouds not to rain on it.”
And it shall be in that day, every place where there were a thousand vines worth a thousand sheqels of silver, let it be for thornbushes and weeds.
and shall say, ‘So does Baḇ
“Therefore, as I live,” declares יהוה of hosts, the Elohim of Yisra’ĕ
but I have hated Ě