²² Nebojtež se zvířátka polí mých; neboť se zotaví pastviska na poušti, a stromoví přinese ovoce své, fík i vinný kmen vydadí moc svou.

¹⁰ The confused city is broken down. Every house is shut up, that no man may come in.

¹¹ There is a crying in the streets because of the wine. All joy is darkened. The mirth of the land is gone.

¹² The city is left in desolation, and the gate is struck with destruction.