You sought counsel amongst your friends,
or those surrounding you who call themselves as much,
the only advisors to whom you now can turn
given the catastrophe of ruin
under which all your life’s endeavors have fallen.
No mistakes were made.
No errors or oversights occurred.
This was not the result of flawed design
or punishment for vile doings.
Though those who came to console you
could offer only to set you under the blame.
They have not been consoling counselors,
and if this is their knowledge of your character,
they are neither wise counsel or friends.
Having lost all but humility,
these are the enemies come with the final poison.
These designs of theirs are no designs,
but destructions. Your consolation,
oh Edomite, rests upon the bedrock
that neither their designs or yours
have set the foundation of all design–
the foundation upon which you will build again,
as they have not,
and receive tenfold more than was lost,
as they have not.