Fate has caught up with you.
The scepter outsized and pretentious,
pride bursting all bounds,
brandishing the evil scepter.
But there's nothing to them,
and nothing will be left of them.
Countdown: five, four, three, two...
Buyer, don't crow; seller, don't worry:
Judgment wrath has turned the world topsy-turvy.
The bottom has dropped out of buying and selling.
It will never be the same again.
But don't fantasize an upturn in the market.
The country is bankrupt because of its sins,
and it's not going to get any better.
14-16"'The trumpet signals the call to battle:
But no one marches into battle.
My wrath has them paralyzed!
On the open roads you're killed,
or else you go home and die of hunger and disease.
Either get murdered out in the country
or die of sickness or hunger in town.
Survivors run for the hills.
They moan like doves in the valleys,
Each one moaning
for his own sins.