American Standard Version
7 Let them melt away as water that runneth apace:
When he aimeth his arrows, let them be as though they were cut off.
8 Let them be as a snail which melteth and passeth away,
Like the untimely birth of a woman, [a]that hath not seen the sun.
9 Before your pots can feel the thorns,
[b]He will take them away with a whirlwind, the green and the burning alike.