28-33 They are a nation of ninnies,they don’t know enough to come in out of the rain.If they had any sense at all, they’d know this;they would see what’s coming down the road.How could one soldier chase a thousand enemies off,or two men run off two thousand,Unless their Rock had sold them,unless God had given them away?For their rock is nothing compared to our Rock;even our enemies say that.They’re a vine that comes right out of Sodom,who they are is rooted in Gomorrah;Their grapes are poison grapes,their grape-clusters bitter.Their wine is rattlesnake venom,mixed with lethal cobra poison.