Scattered, as with the wind, 

before the enemy ,

They'll see the the back, and not the face, 

in the days of calamity. 

Their sins are graven with a pen of iron 

upon the table of their hearts,

They put their trust in other men

And from them, truth departs

The people have forgotten Him,

And turned to vanity, 

they've stumbled off the ancient paths, 

Now they'll fall before their enemies

Jeremiah 18