And now do I reveal her dishonour before the eyes of her lovers, And none doth deliver her out of My hand.

A day of our king! Princes have polluted themselves with the poison of wine, He hath drawn out his hand with scorners.

Canaan! in his hand are balances of deceit! To oppress he hath loved.

And I have spoken unto the prophets, And I have multiplied vision, And by the hand of the prophets I use similes.

From the hand of Sheol I do ransom them, From death I redeem them, Where is thy plague, O death? Where thy destruction, O Sheol? Repentance is hid from Mine eyes.