They are but foam on the surface of the water; their portion of the land is cursed, so that no one turns toward their vineyards.
If you do not listen, and if you do not take it to heart to honor My name,” says the LORD of Hosts, “I will send a curse
Surely You set them on slick ground; You cast them down into ruin.
May they vanish like water that runs off; when they draw the bow, may their arrows be blunted.
May their table become a snare; may it be a retribution and a trap.
Cultivate your land like the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer a harbor.
You will be cursed in the city and cursed in the country.
They sweep by like boats of papyrus, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.
The curse of the LORD is on the house of the wicked, but He blesses the home of the righteous.
They were snatched away before their time, and their foundations were swept away by a flood.