²⁷ The people of those cities have no power.
    They are afraid and they are confused.
They are like plants in a field,
    that cannot live for a long time.
They are like fresh green grass,
    or grass that grows on the roof of a house.
When a hot wind blows on them,
    it burns them and they die.
²⁸ I know everything about you.
    I know where you live.
I know when you go out.
    And I know when you return home.
I know how much you shout against me,
    when you are angry.
²⁹ Yes, you do shout at me!
    And I have heard all your proud noise.
So I will put my hook in your nose.
    I will tie a rope to your mouth.
Then I will pull you back home
    by the same way that you came.”