1 God, my Master, showed me this vision: He was preparing a locust swarm. The first cutting, which went to the king, was complete, and the second crop was just sprouting.
2 The locusts ate everything green. Not even a blade of grass was left. I called out, "God, my Master! Excuse me, but what's going to come of Jacob? He's so small."
3 God gave in. "It won't happen," he said.
4 God showed me this vision: Oh! God, my Master God was calling up a firestorm. It burned up the ocean. Then it burned up the Promised Land.
5 I said, "God, my Master! Hold it - please! What's going to come of Jacob? He's so small."
6 God gave in. "All right, this won't happen either," God, my Master, said.