10. Israel, you have forgotten the God who rescues you and who protects you like a mighty rock. Instead, you plant sacred gardens in order to worship a foreign god.
11. But even if they sprouted and blossomed the very morning you planted them, there would still be no harvest. There would be only trouble and incurable pain.
12. Powerful nations are in commotion with a sound like the roar of the sea, like the crashing of huge waves.
13. The nations advance like rushing waves, but God reprimands them and they retreat, driven away like dust on a hillside, like straw in a whirlwind.
14. In the evening they cause terror, but by morning they are gone. That is the fate of everyone who plunders our land.