[17:12] Powerful nations are in commotion with a sound like the roar of the sea, like the crashing of huge waves.
[17:13] The nations advance like rushing waves, but God reprimands them and they retreat, driven away like dust on a mountainside, like straw in a whirlwind.
[17:14] At evening they cause terror, but by morning they are gone. That is the fate of everyone who plunders our land.