7Let them melt away as water that runneth apace: when he aimeth his arrows, let them be as though they were cut off.
8Let them be as a snail which melteth and passeth away: like the untimely birth of a woman, that hath not seen the sun.
9Before your pots can feel the thorns, he shall take them away with a whirlwind, the green and the burning alike.