There is one whose rash words are like sword wounds, but the tongue of the wise brings healings.
My throne is established in heaven, and the heavens are the works of my hands. Mortals will perish, but my work will endure forever.
Yes, they will all grow old like garments. Nevertheless, I will be the same forever, because my years has no end.
But woe to the wicked, he who enlarges his desires to bring lawlessness and drag my children to hell.
They are like worms that never die and cannot be satisfied, just like their father, the devil. He who oppresses the poor, and my followers. They thirst for blood and violence, and they sow death everywhere.
Behold, the day has come, doom has gone out, the rod of my justice has blossomed, pride has budded, violence is ripening!
Therefore, none of them shall remain, their multitude will cease, and the cup of my indignation is full.
There cities are filled with bloodshed, everyday a mother mourns a dead son, a
child mourns his father, someone has lost someone to violence and because they are filled with perversity in their minds, and the man of lawlessness has taken over their hearts and souls.
They defile my temple and house of worship, in the middle of prayers for those that mourn their love ones, before the dead bury the dead.
Blow the trumpet in Zion, sound the alarm in my holy mountain! Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble, for the day of your Lord is coming, for it is at hand.