³ Their dead bodies will be thrown out.
A stench will rise from their corpses.
Mountains will be red with their blood.
⁴ All the stars in the sky will rot.
The heavens will be rolled up like a scroll.
The stars will fall
like leaves from a grapevine,
like green figs from a fig tree.
⁵ When my sword is covered ⌞with blood⌟ in the heavens,
it will fall on Edom
and on the people I’ve claimed for destruction.