Alas! a nation - committing sin, a people - burdened with iniquity, a seed - practising wickedness, sons - acting corruptly. They have forsaken Yahweh despised the Holy One of Israel, - Are estranged and gone back.

Because haughty are the daughters of Zion, And they walk with neck thrown back, and wanton eyes, - Tripping along as they go, And with their feet, making, a tinkling sound,

For this cause, did the anger of Yahweh kindle upon his own people, And he stretched out his hand against them and smote them - So that the mountains, trembled, And, their dead bodies, served, for fuel in the midst of the streets. For all this, hath his anger, not turned back, But still, is his hand outstretched,

Stupefy thou the heart of this people, And their ears, make thou heavy, And their eyes, overspread, - Lest they see with their eyes And with their ears, should hear, And their heart should discern and come back. And they be healed.

And it came to pass in the days of Ahaz son of Jotham son of Uzziah king of Judah, that Rezin king of Syria, and Pekah son of Remaliah king of Israel, came up, to Jerusalem, to war against it, but could not prevail against it.

Syrians before and Philistines behind, Thus have they devoured Israel with open mouth, - For all this, hath his anger, not turned back, But still, is his hand outstretched.

For this cause, over their choice young men, will My Lord not rejoice, And on their fatherless and their widows, will he not have compassion, For every one of them, is profane and an evildoer, And, every mouth is speaking baseness, - For all this, hath his anger, not turned back, But still, is his hand outstretched.

Manasseh - Ephraim, and Ephraim - Manasseh, They together - against Judah, - For all this, hath his anger not turned back, But still, is his hand outstretched.

Without me, one hath bowed under a prisoner Yea under the slain, do they fall! For all this, hath his anger, not turned back, But still, is his hand outstretched.

Thou shalt say, therefore, in that day, I will praise thee, O Yahweh! Though thou hast been angry with me, Thine anger turneth back. And thou dost comfort me.

Who made the world like a desert And its cities, brake down? Its prisoners, he loosed not. Bach one to his home.

For, Yahweh of hosts, hath purposed, - And who shall frustrate? And, his, is the hand outstretched, And who shall turn it back?

And I will fasten him as a peg in a sure place, - And he shall become a throne of glory, to the house of his father;

In that day, - Declareth Yahweh of hosts Shall the peg, give way, that was fastened in a sure place, - Yea it shall be cut off and fall And the burden that was upon it shall perish, For, Yahweh, hath spoken!

When, thus, it shall be in the earth in the midst of the peoples, There shall be like the shaking of an olive-tree, like the going round to pick when closed is the harvest.

Even a spirit of justice - to him that presideth over justice, And strength to them who would turn back the battle at the gate.

Therefore, in that day, shall the deaf hear the words of a book, - And out of gloom and darkness, the eyes of the blind shall see;

Because, thy raging against me, and thy contempt, have come up into mine ears, Therefore will I put My ring in thy nose, and My bit in thy lips, And will turn thee back, by the way by which thou earnest.

Lo! for well-being, I had bitterness - bitterness, - But, thou, cleaving unto my soul, hast raised me from the pit of corruption, For thou hast cast, behind thy back all my sins.

They have drawn back They turn very pale Who have been trusting in a graven image, - Who have been saying to a molten image, Ye, are our gods!

By myself, have I sworn, Gone forth out of my mouth, is righteousness as a decree And shall not turn back, - That, unto myself, Shall bow every knee, Shall swear every tongue:

Remember ye this and shew yourselves men, - Bring it back, ye transgressors, to your minds;

Take millstones, and grind meal, - Put back thy veil - tuck up thy train Bare the leg, wade through streams:

My back, gave I to smiters, and My cheeks, to them who pulled out the beard, - My face, hid I not from insult and spitting.

But I will put it into the hand of thy tormentors, Who said to thy soul, Bow down thus we may pass over, - And so thou didst place as the ground, thy back, Yea as the street to such as were passing along.

If thou turn back. From the sabbath Shy foot, From doing thine own pleasure on my holy day, - And shall call - The sabbath, An exquisite delight, The holy day of Yahweh, A day to be honoured, And so shall honour it rather - Than do thine own ways, Than take thine own pleasure or Than speak thine own word,

So then there hath been a driving back of justice, And righteousness, afar off, standeth, - For truth, hath stumbled in the broad-way, And, right, cannot enter;