{
    "chapter": 18,
    "verse": 42,
    "text": "And [thus it happened:] his fruitful gardens were encompassed [by ruin], and there he was, wringing his hands over all that he had spent on that which now lay waste, with its trellises caved in; and he could but say, \"Oh, would that I had not attributed divine powers to any but my Sustainer"
}