10. Truly, you have forgotten the God who saves you,the Rock, your refuge, you have not remembered.Therefore, though you plant plants for the Pleasant One,and set out cuttings for a foreign one,
11. Though you make them grow the day you plant themand make them blossom the morning you set them out,The harvest shall disappear on a day of sicknessand incurable pain.
12. Ah! the roaring of many peoples—a roar like the roar of the seas!The thundering of nations—thunder like the thundering of mighty waters!