In a Godly song that comes to avenge Him, the words come: let the Boer volk know: They do not have a friend in My prophet anymore, but indeed an enemy. Therefore let the prophet also know not to eat anything from their table without My permission now.     

Indeed they laughed over My Word. While they would, in treason, stab My Truth in the back. They were bigots with the church, while they would eat and drink with the enemy. They have broken their vows in reconciliation, with their hands stretched out to the world order in friendship. With the tithes of the needy well concealed, without shame they still begged Me for riches.

Against their enemy they now just stand as a pathetic weakling, not ready in the least. While they expect Me to rush to their aid with a Godly war cry. But look, My battle-array against them is indeed ready. Yes, with their sin-debt measured to the last little bit.

In a Command from heaven that wants to avenge Him, comes the words: Let the once-holy, set-apart volk now know. They do not have a friend left in My prophet, because instead of blessing, it is sorrow upon sorrow that he will give notice of. So, let the prophet now also know well, not to forget all the mock and reproach over all the years.

The writing is on the wall and a failed volk has already been weighed. So let Judgment come to avenge Him, while the prophet will light the fires, as commanded. Look oh Boer-volk, your daybreak is dull, misty, bleak, with minimum mercy, hidden from you. God is not desperate for your love anymore.

Too much wasted time has already been spent on your failed salvation. So, let the angel of retribution come to undress you now. In sackcloth and ashes you are dressed for the last period. Yes, you will still reach out your begging hand to an abomination world order.