May my accusers be clothed with disgrace and wrapped in shame as in a cloak.
'My people have committed two sins: They have forsaken me, the spring of living water, and have dug their own cisterns, broken cisterns that cannot hold water.
Ask of me, and I will make the nations your inheritance, the ends of the earth your possession.
By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles?
Arise, O LORD! Punish the wicked, O God! Do not ignore the helpless!