“They are a nation without common sense,
Utterly lacking in discernment.
If they were wise they could figure it out
And understand their destiny.
After all, how can one chase a thousand
And two put then thousand to rout,
Unless their Rock sells them to their enemies,
Unless Adonai hands them over?
For our enemies have no rock like our Rock-
Even they can see that!
“Rather, their vine is from the vine of Sodom
From the fields of ‘Amora-(Gomorra)
Their grapes are poisonous,
Their clusters are bitter;
Their wine is snake poison
Their cruel venom of vipers,
“Isn’t this hidden from me?
Sealed in my storehouses?
Vengeance and payback are mine
For the time when their foot slips;
For the day of their calamity is coming soon,
Their doom is rushing upon them.