Their poison is like the poison of a snake; like a deaf cobra that stops its ear,
Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.
Why, when I came, was there no man? when I called, was there none to answer? Is my hand shortened at all, that it can’t redeem? or have I no power to deliver? Behold, at my rebuke I dry up the sea, I make the rivers a wilderness: their fish stink, because there is no water, and die for thirst.