He that breaketh in pieces hath come up over thy face, Keep the keeps, - watch the way, brace the loins, make vigour very firm.

Behold me! against thee, Declareth Yahweh of hosts, Therefore will I remove thy shirts over thy face, - and let, nations, see thy nakedness, and, kingdoms, thy shame;

No lessening of thine injury, grievous is thy wound, - all who have heard the report of thee, have clapped their hands over thee, for, upon whom, hath not thy cruelty passed without ceasing?