Yet, the people, have not turned unto him that smote them, - And Yahweh of hosts, have they not sought.

O Yahweh! in distress, they sought thee, - They poured out a whispered prayer, when thy chastening was upon them.

Alas! for them who are going down to Egypt for help, On horses, would rely, - And have trusted - In chariots - because they are many, and In horsemen, because they are very bold, But have not looked unto the Holy One of Israel, And onto Yahweh, have not sought.

Loosed are thy ropes, - They cannot strengthen the socket of their mast They have not unfurled a sail Now, can be apportioned spoil, in abundance, The lame, have captured prey!

So shall men call them - The holy people The redeemed of Yahweh, - And, thou, shalt be called - Sought out, A city not forsaken,

I have let myself be consulted by them who had not asked, I have suffered myself to be found by them who had not sought me, - I have said, Here I am! Here I am! Unto a nation that had not been called by my name,

Then shall, Sharon, become, a fold for flocks, And the vale of Achor for the lying down of herds, - For my people who have sought me.