¹⁷ Thy crowned ones [are] as a locust, And thy princes as great grasshoppers, That encamp in hedges in a day of cold, The sun hath risen, and it doth flee away, And not known is its place where they are.

⁹ Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Wo [to] the city of blood, yea, I -- I make great the pile.