Then shall go forth again the measuring-line straight forward, Over the hill Gareb, And it shall go round to Goah;

O thou who dwellest upon many waters, Who aboundest in treasures, - Come hath thine end! The measure of thine unrighteous gain!

Thou, do not fear, O my Servant Jacob, Urgeth Yahweh, For, with thee, am I: Though I make an end of all the nations whither I have driven thee, Yet of thee, will I not make an end, But will correct thee in measure, And not hold thee, guiltless,