Even unto old age, I, am, the same, And unto grey hairs, I, will bear the burden, - I have made and, I, will carry, Yea, I, will bear the burden and will deliver,

Awake, awake put on strength, O arm of Yahweh, Awake, As in days of old, The generations of bygone ages: Art not thou that which - Hewed down Rahab, Piercing the Crocodile?

There shall be thenceforward, no more, A suckling of a few days, or an elder Who filleth not up his days, - But, a youth a hundred years old, may die, Yea a sinner a hundred years old, shall he accursed,

Israel, hath been delivered by Yahweh, with an age-abiding deliverance, - Ye shall neither turn pale nor he put to shame, unto the ages of futurity,.

Then will Yahweh of hosts prepare for all the peoples in this mountain, A banquet of fat things, A banquet of old wines, - Of fat things full of marrow, Of old wines well refined;