Now, therefore, will I break his yoke from off thee, - and, thy fetters, will I tear off.

Behold me! against thee, Declareth Yahweh of hosts, Therefore will I burn up in smoke her chariots, and, thy young lions, shall be devoured by the sword, - so will I cut off, out of the earth, thy prey, nor shall be heard any more, the voice of thine envoy.

Behold me! against thee, Declareth Yahweh of hosts, Therefore will I remove thy shirts over thy face, - and let, nations, see thy nakedness, and, kingdoms, thy shame;