The pride of thine heart hath lift thee up, thou that dwellest in the strongholds of stone, and hast made thee a high seat. Thou sayest in thine heart, "Who shall cast me down to the ground?"

If thieves have come in to thee, If spoilers of the night, How hast thou been cut off! Do they not steal their sufficiency? If gatherers have come in to thee, Do they not leave gleanings?

For slaughter, for violence to thy brother Jacob, Cover thee doth shame, And thou hast been cut off -- to the age.

For near is the day of Jehovah, on all the nations, As thou hast done, it is done to thee, Thy deed doth turn back on thine own head.