The wind shall eat up all thy pastors, and thy lovers shall go into captivity: surely then shalt thou be ashamed and confounded for all thy wickedness.
Ver. 22. The wind shall eat all thy pastors,] a i.e., The vain hope that thy governors have in foreign helps shall deceive them; for God will make the strongest sinew in the arm of flesh to crack and break.
Surely then shalt thou be ashamed.] When thou shalt see thyself so shamefully disappointed by human helps, which were never true to those that trusted them.
a Vento vanitatis, ut chamaeleontes aere pascuntur.