Even when ye spread forth your open palms, I hide mine eyes from you; Yea, though ye multiply prayers, I am not hearkening, - Your hands, with deeds of blood, are filled.

So that filled is their land with silver and gold, And there is no end to their treasures, - And filled is theft land with horses, And there is no end to their chariots;

And filled is their land with idols, - To the work of their own hands, do they bow themselves down, To that which they made with their own fingers.

And the foundations of the porch, were moved at the voice of him that cried, - and the house, was filled with smoke.

They shall not hurt - nor destroy, in all my holy mountain, - For filled is the land with the knowledge of Yahweh, As the waters, to the sea, form a covering.

Then shall lie down there, wild beasts, And filled shall be their houses with owls, - Then shall inhabit there, the ostrich, And shaggy creatures, shall dance there.

For this cause, are my loins filled with anguish, Pangs, have seized me, as the pangs of her that is giving birth, - I writhe so that I cannot hear, I tremble, so that I cannot see:

With tumults, art thou filled, thou citadel in commotion! city exultant! Thy slain, are Not the slain, of the sword, Nor the dead in battle.

Exalted is Yahweh, for he inhabiteth a height, - He hath filled Zion with justice and righteousness.