I will sing now to my beloved a song of my love for his vineyard. There was a vineyard to my beloved in the horn of the son of oil:

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.

O Yahweh, thou wilt ensure prosperity for us, - hor even all our works, hast thou wrought for us,

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.

And it shall come to pass in that day, That there shall be a blowing with a great horn, Then shall come in Such as have wandered in the land of Assyria, And such as have been outcasts in the land of Egypt, - And they shall bow themselves down unto Yahweh In the holy mountain, In Jerusalem.

Make a loud cry, do not be quiet, let your voice be sounding like a horn, and make clear to my people their evil doings, and to the family of Jacob their sins.