Destruction upon destruction is cried; for the whole land is spoiled: suddenly are my tents spoiled, and
my curtains in a moment.
How long shall I see the standard, and
hear the sound of the trumpet?
For my people is
foolish, they have not known me; they are
sottish children, and they have none understanding: they are
wise to do evil, but to do good they have no knowledge.
I beheld the earth, and, lo, it was
without form, and void; and the heavens, and they had