The sword shall reap, the sword shall hew them down.
The sword and eager famine shall devour
All they enjoy in one unhappy hour.
Verse 15.
His progeny shall unlamented die,
40Buried in black oblivion shall they lie,
Unpitied to the dust they shall return,
Nor shall one pious tear bedew their urn.
Verse 16.
If he have silver plentiful as dust,