Impending Doom

Behold, it comes, your doom has come to you, O inhabitant of the land. I will punish you for all your abominations. And my eye will not spare nor will I have pity. The sword is without pestilence and famine are within. If any survivors escape, they will be on the mountains moaning every one over his iniquity. All hands are feeble, and all knees weak as water. They clothe themselves with sackcloth, and horror covers them,. shame is upon all faces and baldness on all their heads. Rumor follows rumor; but there shall be none when disaster comes. A righteous man has regard for the life of his beast,