'Woe to him who makes evil profit for his household, To put his nest on high, To be saved from the hand of catastrophe!
You have planned a shameful thing for your house By bringing many peoples to an end; So you are sinning against yourself.
For the stone will cry out from the wall, And the rafter will answer it from the framework.
'Woe to him who builds a city with bloodshed, And founds a town with violence!
Is it not indeed from the LORD of armies That peoples labor merely
for fire, And nations become weary for nothing?
For the earth will be filled With the knowledge of the glory of the LORD, As the waters cover the sea.
'Woe to him who makes his neighbor drink; To you who mix in your venom even to make your neighbors
drunk, So as to look at their genitalia!
You will be filled with disgrace rather than honor. Drink, you yourself, and expose your own
foreskin! The cup in the LORD’S right hand will come around to you, And utter disgrace will come
upon your glory.