He will, toss, thee, with a toss, like a ball, into a country wide on both hands, - There, shalt thou die, And there shall thy glorious chariots be the contempt of the house of thy lord.

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

O thou humbled one storm-tossed, uncomforted, - Lo! I, am about to set in antimony, thy stones, And will found thee in sapphires;