Ho! every one that thirsteth! Come ye to the waters, Yea he that hath no money, - Come ye - buy corn, and eat, Yea come - buy corn without money, And without price, wine and milk,

And it shall come to pass - That, as the harvestman gathereth standing corn, And with his arm - the ears, he reapeth, Yea it shall come to pass - That, so, shall he be who gleaneth ears, in the vale of Rephaim;

O thou My threshing! And the grain of my corn-floor! That which I have heard from Yahweh of hosts, the God of Israel, Have I declared, unto you.

Bread-corn, must be crushed, - Yet would he not be evermore, threshing, it, So he hasteneth over it the wheel of his cart, with his horsemen, He crusheth it not!

Until I come and take you, into A land like your own land, - A land of corn and new wine, A land of bread and vineyards: -

Sworn hath Yahweh - By his own right hand, and By his own strong arm, - Surely I will give thy corn no more, as food to thine enemies, Nor shall the sons of the foreigner drink thy new wine, for which thou hast toiled;

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.

Upon your breasts, continue smiting: For desirable fields, For fruitful vine.