^{17 Ref} Fear, and a snare, and a gin, `Are' on thee, O inhabitant of the land.

^{18 Ref} And it hath come to pass, He who is fleeing from the noise of the fear Doth fall into the snare, And he who is coming up from the midst of the snare, Is captured by the gin, For windows on high have been opened, And shaken are foundations of the land.

^{19 Ref} Utterly broken down hath been the land, Utterly broken hath been the land, Utterly moved hath been the land.

^{20 Ref} Stagger greatly doth the land as a drunkard, And it hath been moved as a lodge, And heavy on it hath been its transgression, And it hath fallen, and addeth not to rise.