There shall the fire devour thee; the sword shall cut thee off, it shall eat thee up like the cankerworm: make thyself many as the cankerworm, make thyself many as the locusts.
Thou hast multiplied thy merchants above the stars of heaven: the cankerworm spoileth, and flieth away.
Thy crowned are
as the locusts, and thy captains as the great grasshoppers, which camp in the hedges in the cold day, but
when the sun ariseth they flee away, and their place is not known where they are
Thy shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria: thy nobles shall dwell in the dust
: thy people is scattered upon the mountains, and no man gathereth them
no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?