For this cause, over their choice young men, will My Lord not rejoice, And on their fatherless and their widows, will he not have compassion, For every one of them, is profane and an evildoer, And, every mouth is speaking baseness, - For all this, hath his anger, not turned back, But still, is his hand outstretched.

So then I must needs profane the rulers of the holy place, - And deliver Jacob to be devoted to destruction, and Israel, unto reviling!

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.

And, as for the sons of the foreigner - Who have joined themselves unto Yahweh To wait upon him, and To love the name of Yahweh, To become his for servants, - Every one who keepeth the sabbath, lest he profane it. And who, layeth firm hold on my covenant,

Yea the earth itself is profaned under them who dwell therein, - For they have Set aside laws, Gone beyond statute, Broken an age-abiding covenant.

I had been provoked with my people, Had profaned mine inheritance, And given them into thy hand, -- Thou shewedst them no compassion, Upon the elder, madest thou very heavy thy yoke.

For mine own sake - for mine own sake, will I effectually work For how should it be profaned? And, my glory - to another, will I not give.