But, thou, Israel, my Servant, Jacob whom I have chosen, - The seed of Abraham my loving one;

His watchmen, are blind None of them, know, All of them, are dumb dogs, they cannot bark, - Dreaming, sleeping, loving to slumber.

And it shall be like the dream of a night vision, With the multitude of all the nations who have been making war against Ariel, - Even with all who have been making war against her and her stronghold and who have been laying siege to her;

One thousand, before the war-cry of one - before the war-cry of five, shall ye flee, - Until ye have been left, As a pole on the top of a mountain, And as an ensign upon a hill.

Yahweh, as a hero, goeth forth, As a man of war, he stirreth up jealousy, - He giveth a cry, yea he raiseth a war-cry, Over his foes, he showeth his strength.