The wicked

 I will cut off the wicked from the land

Their cites will perish 

Their offspring will never be prosperous

I will cut off Babylon and her children 

They will not inherit the land 

I will send my army against them 

Her cities will fall into ruin 

And her fields into marshland 

Her crops will wither and die

She will lose all her riches they will be handed over as spoils to the righteous 

My hand is against the wicked they shall not inherit the land

Amen