Job

Pass through thy land as a river, O daughter of Tarshish: there is no more strength.

Let their table become a snare before them: and that which should have been for their welfare, let it become a trap.

Which were cut down out of time, whose foundation was overflown with a flood:

The curse of the Lord is in the house of the wicked: but he blesseth the habitation of the just.

If ye will not hear, and if ye will not lay it to heart, to give glory unto my name, saith the Lord of hosts, I will even send a curse upon you, and I will curse your blessings: yea, I have cursed them already, because ye do not lay it to heart.