Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.

Thy children shall make haste; thy destroyers and they that made thee waste shall go forth of thee.

And I will prepare destroyers against thee, every one with his weapons: and they shall cut down thy choice cedars, and cast them into the fire.

Because ye were glad, because ye rejoiced, O ye destroyers of mine heritage, because ye are grown fat as the heifer at grass, and bellow as bulls;