Speak ye unto the heart of Jerusalem, And cry unto her, - That accomplished is her warfare, That accepted is her punishment, - That she hath received, at the hand of Yahweh, According to the full measure of all her sins.

Surely I will bring them into my holy mountain And make them joyful in my house of prayer, Their ascending-offerings and their sacrifices, being accepted upon mine altar, - For, my house, a house of prayer, shall be called, for all the peoples!

Let me sing, I pray you, for a well-beloved of mine, The song of my beloved concerning his vineyard: - A vineyard, had my well-beloved on a very fruitful hill;

the way of well-being, have they not known, And there is no justice in their tracks, - Their paths, have they made crooked for themselves, None who treadeth therein knoweth well - being.