Isaiah 17:11-13

The Voice

¹¹They sprouted so quickly the day you set them out;
they budded immediately the morning you planted them;
But you will never gather any sweet grapes from them.
What you reap will be illness and pain; that day will be filled with sadness.

¹²Listen to the restless roar of the peoples!
    They roar like a fitful sea.
Listen to the crashing thunder of the nations;
    they thunder like a powerful surge of water.
¹³But even if they thunder like a wall of water,
    when God rebukes them, they will run far away;
With a word they’ll be driven like chaff in a mountain gust
    or dust in a windstorm.