At the noise of a tumult, the peoples retreated, - When thou didst lift thyself up, nations were scattered.

And, this unto thee, is the sign, Eating this year, the growth of scattered seeds, And in the second year, that which shooteth up of itself, - Then in the third year, Sow ye - and reap, and Plant ye vineyards, and eat the fruit thereof.

The oracle on Dumah: Unto me, is one crying - out of Seir, Watchman! how far gone is the night? Watchman, how far gone is the night?