⁷ “I also withheld^(A) rain from you
    when the harvest was still three months away.
I sent rain on one town,
    but withheld it from another.^(B)
One field had rain;
    another had none and dried up.

³ Therefore the showers have been withheld,^(A)
    and no spring rains^(B) have fallen.
Yet you have the brazen^(C) look of a prostitute;
    you refuse to blush with shame.^(D)

⁶ I will make it a wasteland,^(A)
    neither pruned nor cultivated,
    and briers and thorns^(B) will grow there.
I will command the clouds
    not to rain^(C) on it.”