And, appointed with lawless men, was his grave, And with the wicked, his tomb, - Though no violence, had he done, Nor was guile in his mouth.

Their thread, shall not become a garment, Neither shall they cover themselves with their fabrics, - Their fabrics, are fabrics of iniquity, Yea the product of violence is in their hands;

Violence, shall no more be heard, in thy land, Wasting nor destruction within thy boundaries, - But thou shalt call Thy walls, Victory, and Thy gates, Praise.