10-16 “Do you expect me to overlook obscene wealthyou’ve piled up by cheating and fraud?Do you think I’ll tolerate shady dealsand shifty scheming?I’m tired of the violent richbullying their way with bluffs and lies.I’m fed up. Beginning now, you’re finished.You’ll pay for your sins down to your last cent.No matter how much you get, it will never be enough—hollow stomachs, empty hearts.No matter how hard you work, you’ll have nothing to show for it—bankrupt lives, wasted souls.You’ll plant grassbut never get a lawn.You’ll make jellybut never spread it on your bread.You’ll press applesbut never drink the cider.You have lived by the standards of your king, Omri,the decadent lifestyle of the family of Ahab.Because you’ve slavishly followed their fashions,I’m forcing you into bankruptcy.Your way of life will be laughed at, a tasteless joke.Your lives will be derided as futile and fake.”