As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

As the driving away of smoke Thou drivest away, As the melting of wax before fire, The wicked perish at the presence of God.

And it is better to Jehovah than an ox, A bullock -- horned -- hoofed.

And now, its carvings together With axe and hatchet they break down,

Hills, like wax, melted before Jehovah, Before the Lord of all the earth.

And change their Honour Into the form of an ox eating herbs.