But thou son of man Be not afraid of them Nor of their words, be afraid Though thorns and thistles are about thee, And amongst prickly plants, thou dost dwell, Of their words, be not afraid nor At their faces, be thou dismayed, For a perverse house, they are!

Son of man. In the midst of a perverse house, dost thou dwell, - Who have eyes to see - and have not seen. Ears have they to hear - and have no heard, For a perverse house, they are.

As for thy crime and thine abominations, thou thyself, dost bear them, - Declareth Yahweh.