Therefore, Declareth the Lord Yahweh of hosts, The Mighty One of Israel, - Alas! I must appease me on mine adversaries, I must avenge me on mine enemies

He will swear, in that day, saying - I will take no control, When in mine own house, is neither food nor clothing, - Ye must not set me for a ruler of people!

Then said he - Hear, I pray you, O house of David! Is it, too little, for you to weary men, that ye must weary even my God?

For, thus, said Yahweh unto me, - I must be quiet I must look on in my fixed place of abode, - Like a bright heat on the light, Like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.

The oracle on Arabia, - Among the shrubs in Arabia, must ye lodge, Ye caravans of Dedanites.

O Yahweh though thy hand be lifted up, - yet do they not see, Would they might see - and turn pale at a peoples zeal, - Surely, the fire of thine enemies, must consume them!

For, with a jabbering lip, and with an alien tongue, must he speak unto this people!

So the word of Yahweh must be to them - Precept upon precept, precept upon precept, Line upon line, line upon line, A little here, a little there, - That they may go and fall backward and be torn and snared and captured.

For not with a sledge, must, black coriander be threshed, Nor must, the wheel of a cart, on cummin, be turned, But with a staff, must fennel be eaten, And cummin with a rod:

Bread-corn, must be crushed, - Yet would he not be evermore, threshing, it, So he hasteneth over it the wheel of his cart, with his horsemen, He crusheth it not!

Who have said to the seers, Ye must not see! To the prophets, Ye must not prophesy to us reproofs! Speak to us smooth things, Prophesy delusions:

But they held their peace, and answered him not a word, - for the command of the king, it was, saying, - Ye must not answer him.

I, said - In the noontide of my days, I must enter the gates of hades, - I am deprived of the residue of ray years!

So, the carver, hath encouraged, the goldsmith, he that maketh smooth with the hammer, him that smiteth the anvil, - Saying of the welding, It is, good, Then hath he fastened it with nails - it must not totter!

Tell ye the events which shall be here-after, That we may perceive that gods, ye are, - Surely ye must do something - good or bad, That we may be amazed and behold it, at once.

So then I must needs profane the rulers of the holy place, - And deliver Jacob to be devoted to destruction, and Israel, unto reviling!

Is not, this, the fast that I must ever choose - To unbind the tight cords of lawlessness, To unloose the bands of the yoke, - and To let the crushed go free, and That every yoke, ye tear off?