An imagination supported Thou fortifiest peace -- peace! For in Thee it is confident.

Women, easy ones, rise, hear my voice, Daughters, confident ones, give ear to my saying,

Days and a year ye are troubled, O confident ones, For consumed hath been harvest, The gathering cometh not.

Tremble ye women, ye easy ones, Be troubled, ye confident ones, Strip and make bare, with a girdle on the loins,

And thou art confident in thy wickedness, Thou hast said, 'There is none seeing me,' Thy wisdom and thy knowledge, It is turning thee back, And thou sayest in thy heart, 'I am, and none else.'