If the scourge slays suddenly, He mocks at the despair of the innocent.

that in a great trial of affliction the abundance of their joy and their deep poverty abounded in the riches of their liberality.

It is sharpened to slaughter and butcher, polished to flash like lightning! Should we then make mirth? It despises the scepter of My son, as every tree.

Now to you, O slain, wicked prince of Israel, whose day has come, whose iniquity shall end,