On your face there is no blush of shame because you have absconded the ways of God shamelessly. Therefore you big misery is coming, which will not let go of you again.  

Oh Australia, look, big fires are coming to your already-so-miserable fields and forests. With little animal feed for your livestock and just as little food for your people. So, what would you pay as ransom, to save your soul from the misery? Look, your earth crust becomes brittle, it becomes completely loose, and it will cause gigantic earthquakes.

In unthinkable droughts you will not be able you waste one drop of water. Yes, with nowhere in your drought-stricken regions even a little green moss. In this overnight desert regions, your inhabitants call: Oh, we are hungry and we are thirsty!

But in other places between your ocean-surrounding borders, destructive floods will also not let go of you. Australia, you have thought that you are an independent giant. By itself, a big colossus among other powers. But only a small number of sealed ones will be saved in your midst, through My Mercy.

But look, in your self-created greatness, I quickly make you a useless, skinny, castrated ox. In your once rich cities and beautiful little towns I let the big pestilence loose. I send my Rider of death on a grey Horse, so that many of your inhabitants will desperately try to desert you.