⁷ Let them melt away as water which runs on apace; when he aims his arrows, let them be as if they were headless or split apart.

⁸ Let them be as a snail dissolving slime as it passes on or as a festering sore which wastes away, like [the child to which] a woman gives untimely birth that has not seen the sun.

⁹ Before your pots can feel the thorns [that are placed under them for fuel], He will take them away as with a whirlwind, the green and the burning ones alike.