“If men fight, and one strikes his neighbor with a stone or with his fist and he does not die, but must remain in bed,

This very day, standing in Nob, they shake their fist at Daughter Zion’s mountain – at the hill of Jerusalem.

Look, your fasting is accompanied by arguments, brawls, and fistfights. Do not fast as you do today, trying to make your voice heard in heaven.

Then they spat in his face and struck him with their fists. And some slapped him,

Then some began to spit on him, and to blindfold him, and to strike him with their fists, saying, “Prophesy!” The guards also took him and beat him.

for he stretches out his hand against God, and vaunts himself against the Almighty,

Who has ascended into heaven, and then descended? Who has gathered up the winds in his fists? Who has bound up the waters in his cloak? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is his name, and what is his son’s name? – if you know!

This is how the once-proud city will end up – the city that was so secure. She thought to herself, “I am unique! No one can compare to me!” What a heap of ruins she has become, a place where wild animals live! Everyone who passes by her taunts her and shakes his fist.

You prevail over all your enemies; your power is too great for those who hate you.

Do not be so certain you have won! Do not speak with your head held so high!

Better is one handful with some rest than two hands full of toil and chasing the wind.

or with enmity he strikes him with his hand and he dies, the one who struck him must surely be put to death, for he is a murderer. The avenger of blood must kill the murderer when he meets him.

So he saves from the sword that comes from their mouth, even the poor from the hand of the powerful.

Sons born during one’s youth are like arrows in a warrior’s hand.

Can you people who are like iron and bronze break that iron fist from the north?

While they were screaming and throwing off their cloaks and tossing dust in the air,

At that time the Egyptians will be like women. They will tremble and fear because the Lord who commands armies brandishes his fist against them.

(For the Pharisees and all the Jews do not eat unless they perform a ritual washing, holding fast to the tradition of the elders.

So the Lord is furious with his people; he lifts his hand and strikes them. The mountains shake, and corpses lie like manure in the middle of the streets. Despite all this, his anger does not subside, and his hand is ready to strike again.

I say to the proud, “Do not be proud,” and to the wicked, “Do not be so confident of victory!