If his children increase— it is for the sword. His offspring will never have enough to eat.
Haman boasted to them about his vast wealth, his many sons, and how the king had promoted him and exalted him above the other officials and servants of the king.
He does not expect to escape from darkness; he is destined for the sword.
He has no offspring or descendant among his people, no survivor where he once dwelt.
His children must recompense the poor; his own hands must give back his wealth.
The mighty lion perishes for lack of prey and the lioness’ cubs are scattered.
Let his children wander and beg and may they search in their ruins.
Let his posterity be cut off, and his name be blotted out in the next generation.
For indeed, the days are coming when they will say, ‘Blessed are barren, and the wombs that never gave birth, and the breasts that did not feed.’
“Your sons and daughters will be given to another people while your eyes look on, longing for them all day long—but your hand will be powerless.
Sons and daughters you will father—but they will not be yours, for they will go into captivity.
Those full hire themselves for bread, but those starving hunger no more. Even the barren gives birth to seven, but she with many sons languishes.