Isaias

3 And what will ye do in the day of visitation, and in the ruin that cometh from far? to whom will ye flee for help? and where will ye leave your glory?

4 (Nought remains), but to crouch under the prisoners, and fall under the slain. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.

5 Ah, Asshur, the rod of mine anger, and a staff is it in. their hand, mine indignation.