14. Will I ransom them from the power of the grave Will I redeem them from death’s hold?Death, where are your diseases?Grave, where is your destruction?Compassion is hidden from my eyes.
15. Although he may flourish among rushes,the east wind will come—the breath of Godrising from the wilderness;and his spring will dry up;his fountain will be dried up.It will strip his householdof every cherished possession.
16. Samaria will be desolate,because she has rebelled against her God;by the sword they will fall—their babies will be dashed,and their pregnant women ripped open.