11 There's nothing to you. Pregnant with chaff, you produce straw babies; full of hot air, you self-destruct.
12 You're good for nothing but fertilizer and fuel. Earth to earth - and the sooner the better.
13 "If you're far away, get the reports on what I've done, And if you're in the neighborhood, pay attention to my record.
14 The sinners in Zion are rightly terrified; the godless are at their wit's end: 'Who among us can survive this firestorm? Who of us can get out of this purge with our lives?'"