All thou Philistia, be not glad, for the rod of thy smiter is made less; for why a cockatrice shall go out of the root of an adder, and his seed shall swallow up a bird.
Ye have eared unfaithfulness, ye have reaped wickedness, ye have eaten the corn of leasing. For thou trustedest in thy ways, and in the multitude of thy strong men.
For they shall sow wind, and they shall reap whirlwind. A stalk standing up is not in them, the seed shall not make meal; that if also it maketh meal, aliens shall eat it.