They trust a thread---a spider's web.

If they lean on a web, will it hold them up? If they grab for a thread, will it help them stand?"

they will vanish like moth-eaten clothing! But the deliverance I bring will last forever; my victory will endure for all time."

Jerusalem alone is left, a city under siege---as defenseless as a guard's hut in a vineyard or a shed in a cucumber field.

My life was cut off and ended, Like a tent that is taken down, Like cloth that is cut from a loom. I thought that God was ending my life.

He smashed to pieces the Temple where we worshiped him; He has put an end to holy days and Sabbaths. King and priest alike have felt the force of his anger.