21 She cries out in the chief concourses,At the openings of the gates in the cityShe speaks her words:
22 “How long, you simple ones, will you love simplicity?For scorners delight in their scorning,And fools hate knowledge.
23 Turn at my rebuke;Surely I will pour out my spirit on you;I will make my words known to you.
24 Because I have called and you refused,I have stretched out my hand and no one regarded,
25 Because you disdained all my counsel,And would have none of my rebuke,
26 I also will laugh at your calamity;I will mock when your terror comes,
27 When your terror comes like a storm,And your destruction comes like a whirlwind,When distress and anguish come upon you.