Let all my foes, turn pale and be greatly dismayed, Again let them turn pale in a moment.

Unto thee, made they outcry, and escaped, In thee, they trusted, and had not turned pale.

Because they heed not The Deeds of Yahweh, or the Work of his hands, he will pull them down, and not build them.

And hath made them leap like a calf, Lebanon and Sirion, like the bull-calf of wild-oxen;

Bestir thyself and wake up, to my vindication, O my God and My Lord! - to my plea:

Let them turn pale, and then at once blush, who are rejoicing at my misfortune, - Let them be clothed with shame and confusion, who are magnifying themselves against me.

Let them turn pale and then at once blush, who are seeking my life to snatch it away, - Let them draw back, and be confounded, who are taking pleasure in my calamity;

Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia! raise shout of triumph.

Let them turn pale and then at once blush, Who are seeking my life, - Let them draw back, and be confounded, Who are taking pleasure in my misfortune;

Even my tongue, all the day, shall softly utter thy righteousness, For they have turned pale - for they have blushed, Who were seeking my hurt.

His priests, by the sword, did fall, And, his widows, were not able to bewail.

Blow, at the new moon, the horn, At the full moon, for the day of our sacred festival:

Let them turn pale, and be terrified to futurity, Yea let them blush, and perish:

Yet they let themselves be bound to Baal-peor, - and did eat sacrifices to the dead:

He turneth A Desert, into a pool of water, and, A Parched Land into springs of water;

Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia, raise a shout of triumph.

Who turneth The Rock into a pool of water, The Flint into springs of water.

He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along: