Jeremiah 18:15-17

Yet my people have forgotten me: they offer incense in vain. They stumble off their paths, the ways of old, Traveling on bypaths, not the beaten track. Their land shall be made a waste, an object of endless hissing: All passersby will be horrified, shaking their heads. Like the east wind, I will scatter them before their enemies; I will show them my back, not my face, in their day of disaster. Another Prayer for Vengeance.