Rejoice exceedingly, O daughter of Zion, Shout, O daughter of Jerusalem, Lo, thy King doth come to thee, Righteous -- and saved is He, Afflicted -- and riding on an ass, And on a colt -- a son of she-asses.

And so shall this plague go over horses, mules, camels, asses, and all the beasts that shall be in the host, like as yonder plague was.

And Tyre will build for herself a fortress, and she will heap up silver as the dust, and gold as the mud of the streets.

Changed is all the land as a plain, From Gebo to Rimmon, south of Jerusalem, And she hath been high, and hath dwelt in her place, Even from the gate of Benjamin To the place of the first gate, unto the front gate, And from the tower of Hananeel, Unto the wine-vats of the king.