Lo! small, have I made thee, among the nations - Despised art thou exceedingly!

The insolence of thy heart, hath deceived thee, O thou that inhabitest the retreats of the crag, the height of his habitation, - that saith in his heart, Who shall bring me down to the ground?

Though thou build high like an eagle, and though, among the stars, thou set thy nest, from thence, will I bring thee down, Declareth Yahweh.

If, thieves, had come to thee, if robbers by night - how ruined thou art! Would they not have stolen what sufficed them? If, grape-gatherers, had come to thee, Would they not have left gleanings?

Up to the boundary, have they sent thee - All thy covenant men, they have deceived thee, prevailed against thee - the men thou wast wont to salute, - The partakers of thy bread, have put a net under thee - No understanding in him!

For thy violence against thy brother Jacob, shall shame, cover thee, - so shalt thou be cut off, to times age-abiding.

For, near, is the day of Yahweh, upon all the nations, - Just as thou hast done, shall it be done to thee, Thy dealing, shall come back upon thine own head.