For a nation hath come up on my land, Strong, and there is no number, Its teeth are the teeth of a lion, And it hath the jaw-teeth of a lioness.

From its face pained are peoples, All faces have gathered paleness.

And each his brother they press not, Each in his way they go on, If by the missile they fall, they are not cut off.

And ye have eaten, eating and being satisfied, And have praised the name of Jehovah your God, Who hath dealt with you wonderfully, And not ashamed are My people to the age.

And ye have known that in the midst of Israel am I, And I am Jehovah your God, and there is none else, And not ashamed are My people to the age.

And also, what are ye to Me, O Tyre and Zidon, And all circuits of Philistia? Recompence are ye rendering unto Me? And if ye are giving recompence to Me, Swiftly, hastily, I turn back your recompence on your head.

In that My silver and My gold ye took, And My desirable things that are good, Ye have brought in to your temples.

Multitudes, multitudes are in the valley of decision, For near is the day of Jehovah in the valley of decision.