I will make justice a measuring line and righteousness a plumb line. Hail will sweep away your refuge of lies, and floodwaters will wash away your hiding place.
Your treaty with death will be wiped away. Your agreement with the grave will not stand. When the overwhelming disaster passes by, you will be trampled by it.
Each time it passes by it will take you. It will pass by morning after morning, during the day and during the night. Understanding this message brings only terror.
The bed is too short to stretch out on. The blanket is too narrow to serve as a cover.
The LORD will rise as he did on Mount Perazim. He will wake up as he did in Gibeon Valley. He will do his work, his unexpected work, and perform his deeds, his mysterious deeds.
Now stop laughing, or your chains will be tightened, because I have heard that the Almighty LORD of Armies has finally determined to destroy the whole land.
Open your ears, and listen to me! Pay attention, and hear me!
Does a farmer go on plowing every day so he can plant? Does he continue to break up the soil and make furrows in the ground?
When he has smoothed its surface, doesn't he scatter black cumin seed and plant cumin? Doesn't he plant wild wheat in rows? Doesn't he put barley in its own area and winter wheat at its borders?
God will guide him in judgment, and his God will teach him.
Black cumin isn't threshed with a sledge, and wagon wheels aren't rolled over cumin. Black cumin is beaten with a rod and cumin with a stick.