Thou therefore son of man Take thee a sharp cuting instrument, a barbers razor, shalt thou take thee, and shalt cause it to pass upon thy head and upon thy chin, - and shalt take the balances for weighing, and shalt divide the hair.

Into myriads - like the bud of the field, made I thee, And thou didst increase and become well grown, and didst attain to most excellent adornments, - Thy breasts were well-formed And thy hair was grown, But thou thyself wast utterly naked.

Yea I will cause amazement over thee unto many peoples And the hair of their kings shall stand on end over thee, when I brandish my sword over their faces,- And they shall tremble every moment every man for his own life, In the day of thy fall.

And their heads, shall they not shave, Nor let the hair grow long, - They shall only poll, their heads.