But all the hills which, with the hoe, can be weeded, - there shall not come thither, the fear of briars anti thorns, - but it shall be for the sending forth of oxen, and for the tread of lesser cattle.

While yet to-day, in Nob, he tarrieth, He brandisheth his hand toward The mount of the daughter of Zion, The hill of Jerusalem.

Lo, GOD is my salvation! I will trust and not dread, - For, my might and melody, is Yah, Yahweh, And he hath become mine, by salvation.

And peoples shall take them, and bring them into their own place, And the house of Israel shall possess themselves of them upon the soil of Yahweh for servants and for handmaids, - Thus shall they be taking captive their captors, And shall tread down their oppressors.

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:

That I will break in pieces the Assyrian in my land, Yea upon my mountains, will I tread him underfoot, - So shall be removed from off them his yoke, And his burden, from off their shoulder shall be removed.

Let mine own outcasts, sojourn with thee, O Moab, become thou a covert to them from the face of the spoiler, - For vanished is the oppressor, At an end is extortion, They who tread down have ceased out of the land.

Now shall be withdrawn rejoicing and exultation out of the garden-land, And, in the vineyards, shall be neither singing nor shouting, - Wine in the winepress, the treader, shall not tread, The vintage-shout, have I made to cease.

Coastlands have seen, so they fear, The ends of the earth, are in dread, - They have drawn near, and have come:

Do not ye dread, nor yet be alarmed, Have I not from olden time, told thee and declared? So that, ye, are my witnesses, - Whether there is a GOD besides me? Or is no Rock - I knew of none!

Lo! all his partners, turn pale, Even, the artificers themselves, are of the sons of earth, - Let them gather themselves together - all of them. Let them take their stand, Let them dread, and turn pale, together!

But, the lawless, are like the sea when tossed, - For, rest, it cannot! But its waters toss out mire and dirt.

A winepress, have I trodden, alone, And of the peoples, there was no man with me. So I trod them down in mine anger, And trampled upon then, in mine indignation, - And their life-blood besprinkled my garments, And all mine apparel, I defiled;

Then trod I down peoples in mine anger, And make them drunk with mine indignation, And brought down to the earth their life-blood.

For a short time only, did thy holy people hold possession, - Our adversaries, trod down thy sanctuary!

I, also, will choose the things that vex them. And the things they dread, will I bring upon them, Because - I called and there was none to answer, I spake, and they hearkened not, - But did that which was wicked in mine eyes, And of that wherein I delighted not, made choice.