And Harbonah, one of the eunuchs, saith before the king, 'Also lo, the tree that Haman made for Mordecai, who spake good for the king, is standing in the house of Haman, in height fifty cubits;' and the king saith, 'Hang him upon it.'

And they hang Haman upon the tree that he had prepared for Mordecai, and the fury of the king hath lain down.

And the king Ahasuerus saith to Esther the queen, and to Mordecai the Jew, 'Lo, the house of Haman I have given to Esther, and him they have hanged on the tree, because that he put forth his hand on the Jews,

And Esther saith, 'If to the king it be good, let it be given also to-morrow, to the Jews who are in Shushan, to do according to the law of to-day; and the ten sons of Haman they hang on the tree.'

and in her coming in before the king, he said with the letter, 'Let his evil device that he devised against the Jews turn back upon his own head,' and they have hanged him and his sons on the tree,

For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.

He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.

Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten on him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.

And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.

Dost thou draw leviathan with an angle? And with a rope thou lettest down -- his tongue?

One unto another they draw nigh, And air doth not enter between them.

And he hath been as a tree, Planted by rivulets of water, That giveth its fruit in its season, And its leaf doth not wither, And all that he doth he causeth to prosper.

'Let us draw off Their cords, And cast from us Their thick bands.'

Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.

I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.

If I have done my well-wisher evil, And draw mine adversary without cause,

Let, I pray Thee be ended the evil of the wicked, And establish Thou the righteous, And a trier of hearts and reins is the righteous God.

And Jehovah is a tower for the bruised, A tower for times of adversity.

To the Overseer. -- By David. A fool hath said in his heart, 'God is not;' They have done corruptly, They have done abominable actions, There is not a doer of good.

The whole have turned aside, Together they have been filthy: There is not a doer of good, not even one.

His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.

Jehovah is my rock, and my bulwark, And my deliverer, My God is my rock, I trust in Him: My shield, and a horn of my salvation, My high tower.

The fear of Jehovah is clean, standing to the age, The judgments of Jehovah are true, They have been righteous -- together.

Draw me not with the wicked, And with workers of iniquity, Speaking peace with their neighbours, And evil in their heart.

Love Jehovah, all ye His saints, Jehovah is keeping the faithful, And recompensing abundantly a proud doer.

And draw out spear and lance, To meet my pursuers. Say to my soul, 'Thy salvation I am.'

Draw out Thy kindness to those knowing Thee, And Thy righteousness to the upright of heart.

Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And to my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I am with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.

My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where is thy God?'

And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face.

Jehovah of Hosts is with us, A tower for us is the God of Jacob. Selah.

Jehovah of hosts is with us, A tower for us is the God of Jacob! Selah.

God in her high places is known for a tower.

Understand this, I pray you, Ye who are forgetting God, Lest I tear, and there is no deliverer.

My wandering Thou hast counted, Thou -- place Thou my tear in Thy bottle, Are they not in Thy book?

To the Overseer. -- 'Destroy not.' -- A secret treasure, by David. Is it true, O dumb one, righteously ye speak? Uprightly ye judge, O sons of men?

O my Strength, unto Thee I take heed, For God is my tower -- the God of my kindness.

And I -- I sing of Thy strength, And I sing at morn of Thy kindness, For thou hast been a tower to me, And a refuge for me in a day of adversity.

O my Strength, unto Thee I sing praise, For God is my tower, the God of my kindness!

For Thou hast been a refuge for me, A tower of strength because of the enemy.

Only -- He is my rock, and my salvation, My tower, I am not much moved.

Only -- He is my rock and my salvation, My tower, I am not moved.

Their tower is desolated, In their tents there is no dweller.

Gebal, and Ammon, and Amalek, Philistia with inhabitants of Tyre,

To the age art Thou angry against us? Dost Thou draw out Thine anger To generation and generation?

I mention Rahab and Babel to those knowing Me, Lo, Philistia, and Tyre, with Cush! This one was born there.

The righteous as a palm-tree flourisheth, As a cedar in Lebanon he groweth.

They have forgotten God their saviour, The doer of great things in Egypt,

The works of His hands are true and just, Stedfast are all His appointments.

Set, O Jehovah, a watch for my mouth, Watch Thou over the door of my lips.

My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!

The mountains and all heights, Fruit tree, and all cedars,

A tree of life she is to those laying hold on her, And whoso is retaining her is happy.

O the happiness of the man hearkening to me, To watch at my doors day by day, To watch at the door-posts of my entrance.

The wicked is getting a lying wage, And whoso is sowing righteousness -- a true reward.

The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life, And whoso is taking souls is wise.

Hope prolonged is making the heart sick, And a tree of life is the coming desire.

A true witness is delivering souls, And a deceitful one breatheth out lies.

A healed tongue is a tree of life, And perverseness in it -- a breach in the spirit.

A refining pot is for silver, and a furnace for gold, And the trier of hearts is Jehovah.

An evil doer is attentive to lips of vanity, Falsehood is giving ear to a mischievous tongue.

A tower of strength is the name of Jehovah, Into it the righteous runneth, and is set on high.

The door turneth round on its hinge, And the slothful on his bed.

The keeper of a fig-tree eateth its fruit, And the preserver of his master is honoured.

I have sought in my heart to draw out with wine my appetite, (and my heart leading in wisdom), and to take hold on folly till that I see where is this -- the good to the sons of man of that which they do under the heavens, the number of the days of their lives.

What advantage hath the doer in that which he is labouring at?

And I have turned, and I see all the oppressions that are done under the sun, and lo, the tear of the oppressed, and they have no comforter; and at the hand of their oppressors is power, and they have no comforter.

Keep thy feet when thou goest unto a house of God, and draw near to hear rather than to give of fools the sacrifice, for they do not know they do evil.

The whole I have considered in the days of my vanity. There is a righteous one perishing in his righteousness, and there is a wrong-doer prolonging himself in his wrong.

If the thick clouds are full of rain, On the earth they empty themselves; And if a tree doth fall in the south or to the north, The place where the tree falleth, there it is.

Also of that which is high they are afraid, And of the low places in the way, And the almond-tree is despised, And the grasshopper is become a burden, And want is increased, For man is going unto his home age-during, And the mourners have gone round through the street.

Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!

The fig-tree hath ripened her green figs, And the sweet-smelling vines have given forth fragrance, Rise, come, my friend, my fair one, yea, come away.

As the tower of David is thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty.

Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus,

Who is this coming from the wilderness, Hasting herself for her beloved? Under the citron-tree I have waked thee, There did thy mother pledge thee, There she gave a pledge that bare thee.

If she is a wall, we build by her a palace of silver. And if she is a door, We fashion by her board-work of cedar.

And for every high tower, And for every fenced wall,

And he fenceth it, and casteth out its stones, And planteth it with a choice vine, And buildeth a tower in its midst, And also a wine press hath hewn out in it, And he waiteth for the yielding of grapes, And it yieldeth bad ones!

Who are saying, 'Let Him hurry, Let Him hasten His work, that we may see, And let the counsel of the Holy One of Israel Draw near and come, and we know.'

And yet in it a tenth, and it hath turned, And hath been for a burning, As a teil-tree, and as an oak, that in falling, Have substance in them, The holy seed is its substance!'

And I draw near unto the prophetess, and she conceiveth, and beareth a son; and Jehovah saith unto me, 'Call his name Maher-shalal-hash-baz,

Therefore, over its young men the Lord rejoiceth not, And its orphans, and its widows He pitieth not, For every one is profane, and an evil doer, And every mouth is speaking folly. With all this not turned back hath His anger, And still His hand is stretched out.

Therefore I weep with the weeping of Jazer, The vine of Sibmah, I water thee with my tear, O Heshbon and Elealeh, For -- for thy summer fruits, and for thy harvest, The shouting hath fallen.

at that time spake Jehovah by the hand of Isaiah son of Amoz, saying, 'Go, and thou hast loosed the sackcloth from off thy loins, and thy sandal thou dost draw from off thy foot,' and he doth so, going naked and barefoot.

Arrange the table, watch in the watch-tower, Eat, drink, rise, ye heads, anoint the shield,

And he crieth -- a lion, 'On a watch-tower my lord, I am standing continually by day, And on my ward I am stationed whole nights.

The Burden of Tyre. Howl, ye ships of Tarshish, For it hath been destroyed, Without house, without entrance, From the land of Chittim it was revealed to them.

As at the report of Egypt they are pained, So at the report of Tyre.

Who hath counselled this against Tyre, The crowning one, whose traders are princes, Her merchants the honoured of earth?'

And it hath come to pass, in that day, That forgotten is Tyre seventy years, According to the days of one king. At the end of seventy years there is to Tyre as the song of the harlot.

And it hath come to pass, At the end of seventy years Jehovah inspecteth Tyre, And she hath repented of her gift, That she committed fornication With all kingdoms of the earth on the face of the ground.

He hath swallowed up death in victory, And wiped hath the Lord Jehovah, The tear from off all faces, And the reproach of His people He turneth aside from off all the earth, For Jehovah hath spoken.

And He hath broken it As the breaking of the potters' bottle, Beaten down -- He doth not spare, Nor is there found, in its beating down, A potsherd to take fire from the burning, And to draw out waters from a ditch.

Surely the palace hath been left, The multitude of the city forsaken, Fort and watch-tower hath been for dens unto the age, A joy of wild asses -- a pasture of herds;

He high places doth inhabit, Strongholds of rock are his high tower, His bread hath been given, his waters stedfast.

And consumed have been all the host of the heavens, And rolled together as a book have been the heavens, And all their hosts do fade, As the fading of a leaf of a vine, And as the fading one of a fig-tree.

'Do not hearken unto Hezekiah, for thus said the king of Asshur, Make ye with me a blessing, and come out unto me, and eat ye each of his vine, and each of his fig-tree, and drink ye each the waters of his own well,

Go, and thou hast said to Hezekiah, Thus said Jehovah, God of David thy father, 'I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tear, lo, I am adding to thy days fifteen years,