For, the yoke of their burden, The cross-bar of their shoulder, The goad of their driver, Hast thou broken, as in the day of Midian.

And Yahweh of hosts, will brandish over him, a scourge - Like the smiting of Midian at the rock Oreb, - And his staff being over the sea, He will lift it up in the manner of Egypt;

The multitude of camels, shall cover thee The young camels of Midian and Ephah, All they of Sheba, shall come, - Gold and frankincense, shall they bring, And, the praises of Yahweh, shall they joyfully tell: