And thy coverer covering, wrapping round, Wrappeth thee round, O babbler, On a land broad of sides -- there thou diest, And there the chariots of thine honour Are the shame of the house of thy lord.

And the strength of Pharaoh Hath been to you for shame, And the trust in the shadow of Egypt confusion,

All he made ashamed of a people that profit not, Neither for help, not for profit, But for shame, and also for reproach!

My back I have given to those smiting, And my cheeks to those plucking out, My face I hid not from shame and spitting.

And desolate cities they cause to be inhabited. Fear not, for thou art not ashamed, Nor blush, for thou art not confounded, For the shame of thy youth thou forgettest, And the reproach of thy widowhood Thou dost not remember any more.

Instead of your shame and confusion, A second time they sing of their portion, Therefore in their land A second time do they take possession, Joy age-during is for them.