There shall be thenceforward, no more, A suckling of a few days, or an elder Who filleth not up his days, - But, a youth a hundred years old, may die, Yea a sinner a hundred years old, shall he accursed,

It shall not be dwelt in for ever, Neither shall it be inhabited from generation to generation, - Neither shall encamp there, an Arab, Nor, shepherds, fold their flocks there.

Then shall, Sharon, become, a fold for flocks, And the vale of Achor for the lying down of herds, - For my people who have sought me.