Therefore, thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh of hosts, Do not fear O my people dwelling in Zion, because of Assyria, - When with his rod, he would smite thee, And when his staff, he would lift up against thee in the manner of Egypt;

For the fortified city, is solitary, The dwelling forsaken and left as a wilderness, - There, shall the calf feed, And, there, lie down And shall consume the branches thereof:

My dwelling, hath been broken up. And is stripped from me, like a shepherds tent, - I have roiled up - as a weaver - my life From the loom, doth he cut me off, From day until night, I said - Thou wilt finish me.