⁶ I will make it a wasteland,^(A)
    neither pruned nor cultivated,
    and briers and thorns^(B) will grow there.
I will command the clouds
    not to rain^(C) on it.”

¹⁸ Surely wickedness burns like a fire;^(A)
    it consumes briers and thorns,^(B)
it sets the forest thickets ablaze,^(C)
    so that it rolls upward in a column of smoke.

⁴     I am not angry.
If only there were briers and thorns confronting me!
    I would march against them in battle;
    I would set them all on fire.^(A)