Look ye on nations, and behold and marvel greatly. For a work He is working in your days, Ye do not believe though it is declared.

For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come, it will not tarry.

Do not thy usurers instantly rise up, And those shaking thee awake up, And thou hast been for a spoil to them?

For a stone from the wall doth cry out, And a holdfast from the wood answereth it.

I have heard, and my belly trembleth, At the noise have my lips quivered, Rottenness doth come into my bones, And in my place I do tremble, That I rest for a day of distress, At the coming up of the people, he overcometh it.