And once more the messenger who was speaking with me, roused me up, just as a man might be roused up out of his sleep.

And once more lifted I mine eyes, and looked, - and lo! a Flying Volume.

Therefore did Tyre build a stronghold for herself, - and did heap up silver like dust, yea gold, like the mire of the lanes.

Then will I encamp about my house - against an army, against him that passeth by, and against him that returneth, neither shall an exactor, tread them down any more, - for, now, have I seen with mine own eyes.

So shall they become like mighty ones, trampling on the mire of lanes, in battle, and they will fight because, Yahweh, is with them, - and will abash the riders of horses.

And it shall come to pass, in that day, declareth Yahweh of hosts, That I will cut off the names of idols out of the land, and they shall not be remembered any more, - Moreover also, even the prophets and the spirit of impurity, will I cause to pass away out of the land.

So shall men dwell therein, and, utter destruction, shall not be any more, - but Jerusalem, shall abide, in security.

And every caldron in Jerusalem and in Judah shall be Holy unto Yahweh of hosts, - So shall all who are offering sacrifice, come in, and take of them, and boil therein, - Neither shall there be a merchant any more in the house of Yahweh of hosts, in that day.