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

Prepare - for his sons - shambles. For the iniquity of their fathers, - They shall not rise nor possess the earth, Nor fill the face of the world with cities.

All ye inhabitants of the world And ye, that dwell in the earth, - When there is lifted up an ensign on the mountains, Ye shall look, And when there is blown a horn, Ye shall hearken.

Mourneth, fadeth, the earth Languisheth, fadeth, the world, - Languished have the lofty of the people of the earth.

With my soul, longed I for thee in the night, Yea with my spirit within me, I kept on searching for thee, - For, when thy regulations extend to the earth, The inhabitants of the world will have learned, righteousness.

We were with child - We were in pain, As it were we brought forth wind, - Salvation, we could not accomplish for the earth, Neither were horn the inhabitants of the world.

In coming times, shall Jacob strike root, Israel, shall blossom and bud, - Then shall they fill the face of the world with fruit.

Come near ye nations to hear, And, ye races, attend, - Let the earth hear, and the fulness thereof, The world and all things produced therefrom: