For, the fields of Heshbon are withered - The vine of Sibmah, the owners of nations, have broken off ruddy branches, Unto Jazer, had they reached, They had spread abroad to the desert, - Her boughs, had stretched forth, had gone over to the sea.

And it shall come to pass, in that day, That his burden shall remove from off thy shoulder, And his yoke from off thy neck, - Yea, the yoke shall be broken because of fatness.

When the cut-off boughs thereof are dry, they shall be broken to pieces, Women, coming, are kindling it! For it is not a people of understanding, For this cause, Will he that made him, not have compassion upon him, And, he that formed him, will shew him no favour.

My dwelling, hath been broken up. And is stripped from me, like a shepherds tent, - I have roiled up - as a weaver - my life From the loom, doth he cut me off, From day until night, I said - Thou wilt finish me.

That I will break in pieces the Assyrian in my land, Yea upon my mountains, will I tread him underfoot, - So shall be removed from off them his yoke, And his burden, from off their shoulder shall be removed.