¹⁶ Thy terribleness hath lifted thee up, The pride of thy heart, O dweller in clefts of the rock, Holding the high place of the height, For thou makest high as an eagle thy nest, From thence I bring thee down, An affirmation of Jehovah.

⁵ For soaked in the heavens was My sword, Lo, on Edom it cometh down, On the people of My curse for judgment.