²⁵ Did it never occur to you
    that I’m behind all this?
Long, long ago I drew up the plans,
    and now I’ve gone into action,
Using you as a doomsday weapon,
    reducing proud cities to piles of rubble,
²⁶ Leaving their people dispirited,
    slumped shoulders, limp souls.
Useless as weeds, fragile as grass,
    insubstantial as wind-blown chaff.
²⁷ I know when you sit down, when you come
    and when you go;
And, yes, I’ve marked every one
    of your temper tantrums against me.