2 Nephi 13

And no one will give a …

God, the Lord, will grab back all their bread and water. He’ll cut down bullies, soldiers, cops, judges, prophets, wise men, elders, councilors, strategists, public speakers— you name it, he’ll slice them down to ground. Infants will rule over them, and no one will be the wiser. Every one will dump on everyone else, status be damned. One man will grab his brother by the lapels and say, “You’ve got clothes, that’s enough to be king. We need one bad.” And he’ll reply, “My cupboards are bare and my patience is as short as a shoestring. No way.”

Jerusalem is a sunken ship, Judah is a dead shark, because they stick their tongues out at God, dare him to take action against them. Their faces mirror the history of Sodom. They cannot admit even to themselves how decrepit they are.

The righteous will prosper, enjoy self-sufficiency. The wicked will enjoy nothing but the grave. Kids will be their bosses. They will burn up all your maps.

God will protest and show himself to many.

You’ve eaten up not only the best grapes of the vineyard, you’ve stolen the raisins of the poor. So the verdict will come. You might as well have been beating people up the way you’ve been robbing them.

Now, about Jewish women. I have a bone to pick. God says this: “Because you are so stuck up, heads thrown back, noses in the air, ankle bracelets jingling, I will personally give you shingles and maybe even herpes.”

At some point God will scratch the shine off the costume jewelry chains, bracelets, pins, earrings, nose-rings, etc. He’ll rip up the party dresses, scarves, hats, stockings, headbands, push-up bras, etc. “I’ll even smash your sunglasses on the hoods of your sports cars,” he says.

“Instead of perfume, I’ll give you a present of eau-de-cowdung. Instead of a new ‘do,’ I’ll burn your hair off. Instead of form-fitting waistbands I’ll give you burlap. And if that isn’t enough, I’ll kill off your men in wars. You’ll sit and cry then throw yourselves on the ground.