whose confidence shall be cut off, and whose trust as a spider's house.

He leans on his house, but it does not stand. He holds it fast, but it does not endure.

For the moth shall eat them up like a garment, and the worm shall eat them like wool; but My righteousness shall be forever, and My salvation from generation to generation.

And the daughter of Zion is left as a booth in a vineyard, like a hut in a cucumber field, like a besieged city.

My generation is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd's tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver; He will cut me off from the loom; from day even to night You make an end of me.

And He has done violence to His pavilion like it were a garden, and has destroyed His meeting places. Jehovah has caused the appointed meetings and sabbaths to be forgotten in Zion, and He has despised the king and the priest in the indignation of His anger.