“‘God, the Master, says:“‘I’m going to throw my net over you—many nations will get in on this operation—and haul you out with my dragnet.I’ll dump you on the groundout in an open fieldAnd bring in all the crows and vulturesfor a sumptuous carrion lunch.I’ll invite wild animals from all over the worldto gorge on your guts.I’ll scatter hunks of your meat in the mountainsand strew your bones in the valleys.The country, right up to the mountains,will be drenched with your blood,your blood filling every ditch and channel.When I blot you out,I’ll pull the curtain on the skiesand shut out the stars.I’ll throw a cloud across the sunand turn off the moonlight.I’ll turn out every light in the sky above youand put your land in the dark.Decree of God, the Master.I’ll shake up everyone worldwidewhen I take you off captive to strange and far-off countries.I’ll shock people with you.Kings will take one look and shudder.I’ll shake my swordand they’ll shake in their boots.On the day you crash, they’ll tremble,thinking, “That could be me!”