Violence, shall no more be heard, in thy land, Wasting nor destruction within thy boundaries, - But thou shalt call Thy walls, Victory, and Thy gates, Praise.

Thou shalt no more have the sun, for light by day, neither for brightness, shall the moon, give light unto thee, - But Yahweh shall become thine age-abiding light, And thy God thine adorning:

No more shall go in, thy sun, Nor thy moon, withdraw itself, - For, Yahweh, will become to thee an age-abiding light, So shall be ended the days of thy mourning.

And, thy people, shall all of them, be righteous, To times age-abiding, shall they possess, the land, - The sprout of mine own planting, The work of mine own hands, - That I may get myself glory.

So shall nations see thy righteousness, And all kings, thy glory; And thou shalt be called by a new name, which, the mouth of Yahweh, will name.

Then shalt thou become - A crown of adorning, in the hand of Yahweh, and A royal diadem in the hand of thy God.

Thou shalt he termed no longer - Forsaken Nor shall thy land be termed any longer A desolation, But, thou, shalt be called Hephzibah, And, thy land, Beulah, - For Yahweh hath found delight in thee, And thy land, shall be married.

For a young man marrieth, a virgin, Thy sons marry thee! And the bridegroom rejoiceth over the bride - Thy God, rejoiceth over thee.

Upon thy walls O Jerusalem, have I appointed watchmen, All the day and all the night through, let them not hold their peace, - O ye that put Yahweh in mind, Do not take rest to yourselves,

Sworn hath Yahweh - By his own right hand, and By his own strong arm, - Surely I will give thy corn no more, as food to thine enemies, Nor shall the sons of the foreigner drink thy new wine, for which thou hast toiled;

Lo! Yahweh, hath sent a message unto the end of the earth: Say ye to the daughter of Zion, Lo! thy Salvation, is coming, - Lo! his reward, is with him, And, his recompense, before him:

Wherefore is there red, on thy raiment, - And thy garments as of one treading in a wine-trough?

As a beast, into the valley, goeth down, The Spirit of Yahweh, causeth him to rest, So, didst thou lead thy people, To make thyself a majestic name!

Look thou down, out of the heavens and see, Out of the high abode of thy holiness and of thy majesty, - Where are thy jealousy, and thy mighty deeds? The resounding of thy yearning affection, and thy compassions towards me, are they restrained?

For, thou, art our father, Though, Abraham, knew us not, And Israel could not acknowledge us, - Thou, O Yahweh, art our father, Our Redeemer from the Age-past time, is thy name.

Wherefore shouldst thou suffer us to wander O Yahweh, from thy ways? Wherefore shouldst thou let us harden our heart past revering thee? Return thou for the sake of Thy servants, The tribes thou thyself hast inherited.

For a short time only, did thy holy people hold possession, - Our adversaries, trod down thy sanctuary!

We have become like those Over whom from age-past times, thou hast not ruled, Who have never been called by thy name!

Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might quake at thy presence,

At thy presence, had mountains, quaked: As fire kindleth brushwood, As fire causeth, water, to boil, So if thou wouldst make known thy Name to thine adversaries, At thy presence, nations, would tremble.

When thou didst fearful things we could not expect, Thou earnest down at thy presence, mountains, quaked.

Yet didst thou meet Him who was rejoicing and working righteousness, Even them who in thy ways, remembered thee, - Lo! thou, hast been vexed, And truly we had sinned, Among them, was the prospect of an age to come , That we might be saved.

And there was none To call upon thy Name, To rouse himself to lay firm hold on thee, - For thou hadst hidden thy face from us, And hadst made us despond, by means of our iniquity.

But, now, O Yahweh, our father, thou art, - We are the clay, and, thou, art our potter, Yea the work of thy hand, are we all:

Do not be indignant, O Yahweh so very greatly, Neither perpetually, do thou recall iniquity, - Lo! look around, we pray thee -- thy people, are, we all.

Thy holy cities, have become a wilderness, - Zion, a wilderness, hath become, Jerusalem, a desolation!

In view of these things, wilt thou restrain thyself. O Yahweh? Wilt thou hold thy peace and humble us so very greatly?

Shall I bring to the birth, and not cause to bring forth? saith Jehovah: shall I that cause to bring forth shut the womb ? saith thy God.