For this cause, did the anger of Yahweh kindle upon his own people, And he stretched out his hand against them and smote them - So that the mountains, trembled, And, their dead bodies, served, for fuel in the midst of the streets. For all this, hath his anger, not turned back, But still, is his hand outstretched,

Who are they, among all the gods of these countries that have delivered their country out of my hand? That, Yahweh, should deliver, Jerusalem, out of my hand!

Surely, mine own hand, founded the earth, And, my right hand, stretched out the heavens, - While I was calling unto them, they stood forth, at once

Then shalt thou become - A crown of adorning, in the hand of Yahweh, and A royal diadem in the hand of thy God.