¹¹ though on the day you set them out, you make them grow,
    and on the morning^(A) when you plant them, you bring them to bud,
yet the harvest^(B) will be as nothing^(C)
    in the day of disease and incurable^(D) pain.^(E)

¹² Woe to the many nations that rage^(F)—
    they rage like the raging sea!^(G)
Woe to the peoples who roar^(H)—
    they roar like the roaring of great waters!^(I)
13 Although the peoples roar^(J) like the roar of surging waters,
    when he rebukes^(K) them they flee^(L) far away,
driven before the wind like chaff^(M) on the hills,
    like tumbleweed before a gale.^(N)