Edom's streams will be turned into pitch, her dust into burning sulfur;1 her land will become blazing pitch!
It will not be quenched2 night and day; its smoke will rise forever.3 From generation to generation4 it will lie desolate;5 no one will ever pass through it again.
The desert owla6 and screech owlb will possess it; the great owlc and the raven7 will nest there. God will stretch out over Edom8 the measuring line of chaos9 and the plumb line10 of desolation.
Her nobles will have nothing there to be called a kingdom, all her princes11 will vanish12 away.