12-13. Oh my! Thunder! A thundering herd of people!Thunder like the crashing of ocean waves!Nations roaring, roaring,like the roar of a massive waterfall,Roaring like a deafening Niagara!But God will silence them with a word,And then he’ll blow them away like dead leaves off a tree,like down from a thistle.
14. At bedtime, terror fills the air.By morning it’s gone—not a sign of it anywhere!This is what happens to those who would ruin us,this is the fate of those out to get us.