11 They may sprout on the day you set them out;yes, they may blossom on the very morning you plant them,but you will never pick any grapes from them.Your only harvest will be a load of grief and unrelieved pain.
12 Listen! The armies of many nationsroar like the roaring of the sea.Hear the thunder of the mighty forcesas they rush forward like thundering waves.
13 But though they thunder like breakers on a beach,God will silence them, and they will run away.They will flee like chaff scattered by the wind,like a tumbleweed whirling before a storm.
14 In the evening Israel waits in terror,but by dawn its enemies are dead.This is the just reward of those who plunder us,a fitting end for those who destroy us.