²³ Behold the whirlwind of the Lord, his fury going forth, a violent storm, it shall rest upon the head of the wicked.

³⁰ But when thou art spoiled what wilt thou do? though thou deckest thee with ornaments of gold, and paintest thy eyes with stibic stone, thou shalt dress thyself out in vain: thy lovers have despised thee, they will seek thy life.