And, his breath like an overflowing torrent, even unto the neck, doth reach, To sift nations with a sieve of calamity, - A bridle leading to ruin, being upon the jaws of the peoples.

I cried out, until morning, like a lion, Thus, will he break all my bones! From day until night, Thou wilt finish me!

Then will Yahweh guide thee continually, And will satisfy, even in scorched regions thine own soul, Yea Shy very bones, will he invigorate, - So shall thou become like a garden well - watered, And like a spring of water whose waters do not deceive;

As soon as ye have seen it, your heart, shall be joyful, And your bones, like green herbage, shall thrive, - So shall be known The hand of Yahweh with his servants, But indignation with his foes!