For, yet a very little while, and displeasure shall end, Yea, mine anger, over their destruction.

While yet to-day, in Nob, he tarrieth, He brandisheth his hand toward The mount of the daughter of Zion, The hill of Jerusalem.

So shall his fading wreath of majestic beauty, Which is on the head of the fertile valley, become - Like the first-ripe fig before fruit-harvest, Which when he that looketh upon it seeth while it is yet in his hand, he swalloweth it up.

Is it not yet a very little while, And Lebanon shall be turned, into garden land, - And garden land, for a forest, be reckoned?

It is he who sitteth upon the circle of the earth, While the inhabitants thereof are, as grass-hoppers, - Who stretcheth forth, as a curtain, the heavens, And spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in;

Surely, mine own hand, founded the earth, And, my right hand, stretched out the heavens, - While I was calling unto them, they stood forth, at once

Seek Yahweh while he may be found, - Call ye upon him while he is near:

And it shall come to pass - That before they call, I, will answer, And while yet they are speaking, I, will hear.