Let me sing, I pray you, for a well-beloved of mine, The song of my beloved concerning his vineyard: - A vineyard, had my well-beloved on a very fruitful hill;

Praise in song Yahweh, For a splendid thing, hath he done, - Well known, is this in all the earth.

Make shrill thy voice and sing out thou inhabitress of Zion, - That great in the midst of thee, is the Holy One of Israel.

So shall it be in that day, That Tyre shall be forgotten seventy years, According to the days of a certain king: At the end of seventy years, shall it befall Tyre according to the song of the harlot:

Take thou a lyre, Go round the city, O harlot forgotten, - Sweetly touch the strings Lengthen out the song, That thou mayest be called to mind.

With a song, they drink not wine, - Bitter is strong drink, to them who drink it:

As heat in a desert, the pomp of foreigners, wilt thou subdue, - Heat - with the shade of a cloud, The song of tyrants! become low.

In that day, shall be sung this song, in the land of Judah, - A strong city, have we! Salvation, will he set for walls and rampart,

In that day, A Wine-Vineyard! sing ye unto her:

A song, shall ye have, As in the night of hallowing a festival, - And gladness of heart, As when one goeth with the flute to enter Into the mountain of Yahweh Unto the Rock of Israel.

But it shall hail during the felling of the forest, And in a sunken place, shall, the city, sink.

There, shall, the arrow-snake, Make her nest and lay, And hatch and gather under her shadow, - Only, there, shall be gathered the falcons, every one with her mate.

Sing to Yahweh, a song that is new, His praise, from the end of the earth, - Ye that go down to the sea, and the fulness thereof, The Coastlands and ye who dwell therein.