For before harvest, when the bud is perfect, And, the blossom, becometh a ripening grape, Then will one cut down the twigs with pruning-hooks, And the tendrils, will he remove and cast down:

And one said - Cast ye up - cast ye up, prepare ye a way, - Lift the stumbling-block out of the way of my people.

Pass ye through pass ye through the gates, Prepare ye the way of the people, - Cast ye up, cast ye up the highway, Clear it of stones, Lift ye high a standard unto the peoples.

For the hand of Yahweh will settle down in this mountain, - Then shall Moab be trodden down in its place, Like the treading down of a strawheap in the water of a dunghill;