11 make them grow the day you plant them,and make them bloom the morning you start them.But the harvest will disappear on a day of sickness and incurable pain.
12 Doom to the raging of many peoples;like the thundering seas they thunder.Doom to the roar of nations,like the roaring of mighty waters.
13 Nations roar like the roaring of rushing waters.But God will rebuke them,and they will flee far away,pursued like chaff by wind in the mountains,like tumbleweeds before a storm.
14 In the evening, there is terror;but before morning it is gone.This is the fate of those who loot us,the destiny of those who rob us.