³ I will surround you, enclose you, cut you off.
    I will isolate you from aid or reprieve;
I will attack the city walls with towers and siege works.
⁴ That will humble you so low, you’ll speak from the earth itself.
    And when you do, your voice will issue from the very dust where you lie;
Your voice will rise from the ground like the voice of a ghost,
    like a soft whisper from the earth.
⁵ But in an instant your ruthless enemies, who seem too many to count,
    will become as fluttering dust, as wind-driven chaff.
They will be blown away in the snap of a finger.