And now will I uncover her wickedness before the eyes of those loving her, and a man shall not deliver her from my hand.

The day of our king the chiefs began anger from wine; stretching forth his hand with mockers.

Canaan in his hand, the balances of deceit: he loved to oppress.

And I spake by the prophets, and I multiplied the vision, and by the hand of the prophets I will use similitudes.

From the hand of hades will I redeem them; from death will I ransom them: I will be thy words, O death, I will be thy cutting off, O hades: consolation will be hid from mine eyes.