1Lo! in righteousness, shall reign, a king, Yea, even princes, with equity, shall bear rule. 2So shall each one become, As a hiding-place from the wind, And a covert from the storm,—As channels of water in a dry place, As the shadow of a massive cliff in a weary land. 3And the eyes of them who are ready to see, shall not be closed,—And, the ears of them who are ready to hear, shall hearken; 4And, the heart of the hurried, shall take note of knowledge, And, the tongue of stammerers, shall make haste to speak plainly. 5A base man, shall no longer be called, noble,—Nor, a knave, be named, liberal; 6For, a base man, with baseness, will speak, And, his heart, will practise iniquity,—Practising profanity, And speaking, against Yahweh that which misleadeth, Emptying the soul of the hungry, And, the drink of the thirsty, he causeth to fail; 7Yea, a knave, his weapons, are wicked,—He, base schemes, hath devised, To ruin the oppressed with speeches of falsehood, Even when the needy pleadeth for justice. 8But, a noble man, noble things, hath devised,—And, he, upon noble things, will stand,

9Ye women in comfort! arise, hear my voice, Ye daughters so confident, give ear to my speech:— 10Some days beyond a year, ye shall be troubled, ye confident ones,—For failed, hath the vintage, No, gathering, cometh in. 11Tremble, ye women in comfort, Be troubled, ye daughters so confident,—Strip! and bare yourselves, and gird somewhat on your loins: 12Upon your breasts, continue smiting: For desirable fields, For fruitful vine. 13Over the soil of my people, thorns and briars, shall grow,—Yea, over all houses of joy, thou city exultant! 14For, the palace, is abandoned, The tumult of the city, hath ceased—Hill and watch-tower, serve as caves, unto times age-abiding, The joy of wild-asses, The pasture of flocks:— 15Until there be poured out upon us the spirit, from on high,—Then shall, the wilderness, become, garden-land, And, the garden-land, for a forest, be reckoned; 16Then shall, justice, inhabit, the wilderness, And, righteousness, in the garden-land, shall abide; 17And, the yield of righteousness, shall be, peace,—And, the tillage of righteousness, quietness and confidence! to times age-abiding; 18And my people, shall dwell, In a borne of peace,—and, In habitations of security, and, In resting-places of comfort. 19But it shall hail during the felling of the forest, And, in a sunken place, shall, the city, sink. 20How happy are ye who sow beside all waters,—Who send forth the foot of the ox and the ass.