For, A Child, hath been born to us, A Son, hath been given to us, And the dominion is upon his shoulder, - And his Name hath been called Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty GOD, Father of Futurity, Prince of Prosperity.

In that time, shall there be borne along. As a present unto Yahweh of hosts A people drawn out and polished, Even from a people terrible from their beginning and onwards, - nation most mighty and subduing Whose land rivers, have cut through, Unto the place of the Name of Yahweh of hosts. Mount Zion.

And my people shall dwell, In a borne of peace, - and In habitations of security, and In resting-places of comfort.

Hearken unto me O house of Jacob, Even all the remnant of the house of Israel, - Who have been borne from birth, Who have been carried from nativity:

Then shalt thou say in thy heart, - Who hath borne me, these, Seeing, I, have been bereaved and unfruitful, a captive and banished, These, therefore, who hath brought them up? Lo! I, was left, alone, These, where were they.

Thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh - Lo! I will lift up, unto nations my hand, Yea unto peoples, will I raise high my banner, - And they shall bring in thy sons in their bosom, And, thy daughters, on the shoulder shall be borne;

There is none to guide her, Among all the sons she hath borne, - There is none to grasp her hand, Among all the sons she hath brought up.

Shout in triumph, O barren one, Who hadst not borne, - Break forth into shouts of triumph - and trill thy voice, Who hadst not travailed in birth, For, more, are the children of the Desolate Than the children of Her who had the husband, Saith Yahweh.

How happy the frail man, who doeth this! Yea the son of the earth-born who firmly graspeth it! Keeping the sabbath lest he profane it, and Keeping his own hand from doing any wrong.

Who hath heard the like of this? Who hath seen the like of these things? Can a land, be made to bring forth in one day? Or a nation, be born, at one time? As soon as she travaileth, Zion hath also given birth to her children.