¹⁴ The Lord of hosts has revealed himself in my ears:
“Surely this iniquity will not be forgiven you until you die,”
    says the Lord God of hosts.^(A)

¹⁰ Like thorns they are entangled;
    like drunkards they are drunk;
    they are consumed like dry straw.^(A)

⁵⁷ I will make her officials and her sages drunk,
    also her governors, her deputies, and her warriors;
they shall sleep a perpetual sleep and never wake,
    says the King, whose name is the Lord of hosts.^(A)

³⁹ When they are inflamed, I will set out their drink
    and make them drunk, until they become merry
and then sleep a perpetual sleep
    and never wake, says the Lord.^(A)

⁴ My mind reels; horror has appalled me;
    the twilight I longed for
    has been turned for me into trembling.^(A)
5 They prepare the table;
    they spread the rugs;
    they eat; they drink.
Rise up, commanders;
    oil the shield!^(B)