“I, God, started someone out from the north and he’s come.He was called out of the east by name.He’ll stomp the rulers into the mudthe way a potter works the clay.Let me ask you, Did anyone guess that this might happen?Did anyone tell us earlier so we might confirm itwith ‘Yes, he’s right!’?No one mentioned it, no one announced it,no one heard a peep out of you.But I told Zion all about this beforehand.I gave Jerusalem a preacher of good news.But around here there’s no one—no one who knows what’s going on.I ask, but no one can tell me the score.Nothing here. It’s all smoke and hot air—sham gods, hollow gods, no-gods.”