Hell is lying in ambush.
For the oppressors, a destination.
Where they will remain for eons.
They will taste therein neither coolness, nor drink.
Except boiling water, and freezing hail.
A fitting requital.
For they were not anticipating any reckoning.
And they denied Our signs utterly.
But We have enumerated everything in writing.
So taste! We will increase you only in suffering.
