⁸ Flüchtet aus Babel hinaus, und ziehet aus dem Lande der Chaldäer; und seid wie die Böcke vor der Herde her!

² Why, when I came, was there no man? when I called, was there none to answer? Is my hand shortened at all, that it can't redeem? or have I no power to deliver? Behold, at my rebuke I dry up the sea, I make the rivers a wilderness: their fish stink, because there is no water, and die for thirst.