¹⁵ There the fire will devour you;
    the sword will cut you off.
    It will devour you like the locust.

¹⁷ Your guards are like grasshoppers,
    your scribes like swarms^[a] of locusts
settling on the fences
    on a cold day—
when the sun rises, they fly away;
    no one knows where they have gone.