And all the proud, yea, and all that do wickedly, shall be stubble:
And the day that cometh shall burn them up, saith the Lord of hosts,
That it shall leave them neither root nor branch.
With healing in his wings;
And ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall.
For they shall be ashes under the soles of your feet
In the day that I shall do this, saith the Lord of hosts.