“Son of man, I have broken the arm of Pharaoh king of Egypt. See, it has not been bound up for healing, or splinted for strength to hold the sword.
There is no one to plead your cause, no remedy for your sores, no recovery for you.
Go up to Gilead for balm, O Virgin Daughter of Egypt! In vain you try many remedies, but for you there is no healing.
The horn of Moab has been cut off, and his arm is broken,” declares the LORD.
For the arms of the wicked will be broken, but the LORD upholds the righteous.
Break the arm of the wicked and evildoer; call him to account for his wickedness until none is left to be found.
I will strengthen the arms of Babylon’s king and place My sword in his hand, but I will break the arms of Pharaoh, who w
You have multiplied your merchants more than the stars of the sky. The young locust strips the land and flies away.
Then a mighty angel picked up a stone the size of a great millstone and cast it into the sea, saying: “With such violenc
Suddenly Babylon has fallen and been shattered. Wail for her; get her balm for her pain; perhaps she can be healed.
From the sole of your foot to the top of your head, there is no soundness—only wounds and welts and festering sores neit