Let them vanish as water that flows away. When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt.
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.
For he grew up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of dry ground. He has no good looks or majesty. When we see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
He caused me to pass by them all around: and behold, there were very many in the open valley; and behold, they were very dry.
Again he said to me, “Prophesy over these bones, and tell them, ‘You dry bones, hear the word of Yahweh.’ ”