Then shall the strong one become tow, And his work a spark, - And they shall both blaze together And there be none to quench the fire.

And filled is their land with idols, - To the work of their own hands, do they bow themselves down, To that which they made with their own fingers.

And it cometh to pass - that lyre and harp, timbrel and flute and wine are in their banquets, - But, the doing of Yahweh, they do not discern, And the work of his hands, have they not seen.

Who say - Let his work quicken - let it hasten, That we may see, - And let the purpose of Israel's Holy One, draw near and come. That we may know!

Wherefore it shall come to pass - When My Lord shall finish his whole work upon Mount Zion and upon Jerusalem, I will bring punishment - Upon the fruit of the greatness of heart of the king of Assyria. And upon the vainglory of his uplifted eyes,

And he shall not look unto the altars the work of his own hands, - Nor to what his own fingers have made, shall his eye be turned, Whether Sacred Stems or Sun-pillars.

Whom Yahweh of hosts bath blessed saying, - Blessed, be My people - the Egyptians, And the work of my hands - the Assyrians, And mine own inheritance - Israel.

For as in Mount Perazim, will Yahweh, arise, As in the vale of Gibeon, will he be stirred, - To do his work - foreign is his work, And to perform his task - strange is his task.

For, when he seeth his children the work of my hands, in his midst, They will hallow my Name, - Yea they will hallow the Holy One of Jacob, And the God of Israel, will they regard with awe.

and have put their gods in the fire, - for, no-gods, were they, but the work of the hands of men wood and stone and so they destroyed them.

Lo! ye, are, of nought, And your work is a puff of breath, - An abomination, he that chooseth you!

Even from To-day, I, am He, And none, out of my hand, can deliver, - I work and who reverseth?

Alas for him who contendeth with his Fashioner, - A potsherd, should contend with the potsherds of the ground! Shall it be said by the clay, unto him that is fashioning it, What wouldst thou make? Or, thy work say, of thee, He hath no hands?

Thus, saith, Yahweh, The Holy One of Israel And his Fashioner, As to things to come, they have asked me, Concerning my sons and concerning the work of my hands, they would command me!

For mine own sake - for mine own sake, will I effectually work For how should it be profaned? And, my glory - to another, will I not give.

Lo! I, have created the smith, who bloweth up a fire of coals, And who bringeth forth an instrument for his work, - And, I, have created the waster to destroy:

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.

Although from age-past times It was never heard, It was not perceived by the ear, - Neither did, the eye, ever see - That, a god besides thee, could work for the man who waited for him,

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:

Your own iniquities, And the, iniquities of your fathers together, Saith Yahweh, Who have burned incense upon the mountains, And upon the hills, have reproached me, - Therefore will I measure their former work into their bosom.

They shall not build, and another, dwell, They shall not plant, and, another, eat, - For as the days of a tree, shall be the days of ray people, And, the work of their own hands, shall my chosen ones, use to the full: