Men tear, from the breast, the fatherless, and, over the poor, they take a pledge;

And, kings, shall be, thy foster-fathers. And their queens, thy nursing mothers, With face to the ground, shall they bow down to thee, The dust of thy feet, shall they lick, - So shalt thou know that, I, am Yahweh, In that, they shall not be put to shame, Who were waiting for me.

And thou shalt derive sweet nourishment from the nations, Yea on the bounty of kings, shalt thou be sustained, - So shalt thou know - That, I, Yahweh, am thy Saviour, and That, thy Redeemer, is the Mighty One of Jacob.

That ye may draw to satisfaction out of the fountain a of her consolations, - That ye may drain out and get exquisite delight from the abundance of her glory.