And the heavens shall be opened, and be full of gates,
And the mountains shall be removed, and turn into mist.
Verily Hell lieth in wait,
The goal for rebels,
To abide therein for ages;
They shall not taste therein coolness nor drink,
Save scalding water and running sores,—
A meet reward!
Verily they did not expect the reckoning,
And they denied our signs with lies;