Then went forth the messenger of Yahweh, and smote - in the camp of the Assyrians - a hundred and eighty-five thousand, - and when men arose early in the morning, lo! they were all, dead bodies!

Mine own heart, for Moab continueth to make outcry, Her fugitive, as far as Zoar, is like a heifer of three years; For the accent of Luhith, with weeping, they ascend, For by the way of Horonaim - an outcry of destruction, they excite;

But now, hath Yahweh spoken saying, In three years, - as the years of a hireling, shall the glory of Moab be diminished, with all the great multitude, - even a very small remnant, of no account.

Yet shall there be left therein, a gleaning. As in the beating of an olive-tree, - Two-three berries in the head of the tree-top, - Four - five, among her fruitful boughs, Declareth Yahweh God of Israel.

Then said Yahweh, - As my servant Isaiah, hath walked, disrobed and barefoot three years as a sign and a wonder against Egypt and against Ethiopia,