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 it cometh to pass - that lyre and harp, timbrel and flute and wine are in their banquets, - But, the doing of Yahweh, they do not discern, And the work of his hands, have they not seen.

If thou turn back. From the sabbath Shy foot, From doing thine own pleasure on my holy day, - And shall call - The sabbath, An exquisite delight, The holy day of Yahweh, A day to be honoured, And so shall honour it rather - Than do thine own ways, Than take thine own pleasure or Than speak thine own word,