The Messenger - who hath been my redeemer from all evil - bless the lads! And may there be called upon them, my name, and the name of my fathers. Abraham and Isaac; And may they swarm into a multitude, in the midst of the earth!

A fruitful bough over a fountain, - Branches creeping over a wail.

His firstborn ox, be an honour to him. And the horns of a buffalo, be his horns, With them, let him thrust, peoples, All at once, to the ends of the earth, - Yea, with these, the myriads of Ephraim, And, with those, the thousands of Manasseh.

Even the light of the lawless, shall go out, - Neither shall shine the flame of his fire;

From the birth

Like a snail, which melteth away as it goeth, An untimely birth of a woman, which hath not seen the sun:

Though a man should beget a hundred children, and live, many years, so that many should be the days of his years but, his own soul, should not be satisfied with the good, and he should not even have, a burial, I said, Better than he, is an untimely birth!

Thus, saith Yahweh, Because of three transgressions of the sons of Ammon, and because of four, will I not turn it back, - Because of their ripping up the pregnant women of Gilead, that they might enlarge their own boundary,

From the womb

Give them, O Yahweh - what wilt thou give? Give them, a miscarrying womb, and breasts dried up.

Cursed, shall be the fruit of thy body, and the fruit of thy ground - the young of thy kine and the ewes of thy flock:

For lo! days are coming, in which they will say - Happy the barren! even the wombs that never bare, and the breasts that never gave suck.