⁷ Let them melt away as water that runneth apace:
When he aimeth his arrows, let them be as though they were cut off.
⁸ Let them be as a snail which melteth and passeth away,
Like the untimely birth of a woman, ^[a]that hath not seen the sun.
⁹ Before your pots can feel the thorns,
^[b]He will take them away with a whirlwind, the green and the burning alike.