But, thou, art flung out from thy grave, Like a scion detested, Beshrouded with slain, the pierced of the sword, Like a carcase trod underfoot:

Yet, he, was pierced for transgressions that were ours, was crushed for iniquities that were ours, - the chastisement for our well-being, was upon him, And by his stripes, there is healing for us.

When thou passest through the waters, with thee, I am, Or, through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee, - When thou walkest through fire, thou shall not be scorched, And, a flame, shall not kindle upon thee;

Then said I - How long, My Lord? And he said - Until the time that Cities be wasted through having no inhabitant And houses - through having no men, And, the ground, be laid waste unto desolation;

But as for these, With wine, do they reel, and With strong drink, do they stagger, - Priest and prophet, reel with strong drink They are swallowed up through wine They stagger through strong drink, They reel in prophetic vision, They totter in pronouncing judgment.

Pass ye through pass ye through the gates, Prepare ye the way of the people, - Cast ye up, cast ye up the highway, Clear it of stones, Lift ye high a standard unto the peoples.

Causing them to go through the roaring deeps, - Like a horse through the wilderness, That they should not stumble?

Awake, awake put on strength, O arm of Yahweh, Awake, As in days of old, The generations of bygone ages: Art not thou that which - Hewed down Rahab, Piercing the Crocodile?