¹² They said, “Let’s take for ourselves
    the pasturelands that belong to God.”
¹³ My God, make them like tumbleweed,
    like chaff blown ·away by [before] the wind [^Crootless and landless; 1:4].
¹⁴ Be like a fire that burns a forest
    or like flames that blaze through the ·hills [mountains].