Therefore by this is the iniquity of Jacob covered, And this is all the fruit -- To take away his sin, in His setting all the stones of an altar, As chalkstones beaten in pieces, They rise not -- shrines and images.

And their sucklings are dashed to pieces before their eyes, Spoiled are their houses, and their wives lain with.

And bows dash young men to pieces, And the fruit of the womb they pity not, On sons their eye hath no pity.