But they shall fly on the wing of the Philistines in the west, Together, shall they make prey of the sons of the east, - On Edom and Moab, putting forth their hand, With the sons of Ammon hearkening unto them.

Yea the pine-trees, make mirth at thee, Cedars of Lebanon, Since thou wast laid low, No feller hath come up against us!

They, shall lift up their voice - shall raise a tremulous note, - On account of the splendour of Yahweh, have they made a shrill cry, on the West;

By driving her away - by dismissing her, wouldest thou contend with her? He removed her by his rough wind in, a day of east wind.

Who roused up one from the East, In righteousness, called him to his feet, - Set before him nations And over kings, caused him to rule, His sword, made them like dust, His bow like driven chaff:

Do not fear for, with thee, I am, - From the East, will I bring in thy seed, And, from the West, will I gather thee:

That men may get to know. From the rising of the sun And from the west. That there is none besides me, - I, am Yahweh, and there is none else:

Calling, From the East, a Bird of Prey, From a far country, the Man I intended, - Yea I have spoken I will also bring it to pass, I have planned, I will also do it.

Because I knew that - Obstinate, thou wast, - And, a sinew of iron, was thy neck, And thy brow, brazen,

Lo! these, from afar, shall come in, - And lo! these, from the North and from the West, And these, from the land of Sinim.

The children of whom thou wast bereaved shall yet say in thine ears, - Too strait for me, is the place Make room for me that I may settle down.

For, like a wife forsaken and grieved in spirit, hath Yahweh caned thee, - Even the wife of youthful days, in that thou wast rejected saith thy God.

With the length of thy journey, thou wast wearied, Thou didst not say, Hopeless! The reviving of thy power, thou didst find, For this cause, hast thou not become sick.

That they may revere - From the West the name of Yahweh, And from the Rising of the Sun his glory, For he will come in like a rushing stream, the breath of Yahweh, driving it on;