Rise and go, for this is not the rest, Because of uncleanness it doth corrupt, And corruption is powerful.

I do surely gather thee, O Jacob, all of thee, I surely bring together the remnant of Israel, Together I do set it as the flock of Bozrah, As a drove in the midst of its pasture, It maketh a noise because of man.

And I also, I have begun to smite thee, To make desolate, because of thy sins.

And the land hath been for a desolation, Because of its inhabitants, Because of the fruit of their doings.

Who is a God like Thee? taking away iniquity, And passing by the transgression of the remnant of His inheritance, He hath not retained for ever His anger, Because He -- He delighteth in kindness.