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But Zion had said. Yahweh hath forsaken me, - Even, My Lord, hath forgotten me!

Can, a woman, forget, her sucking child, Past taking compassion on the son of her womb? Even these, may forget, Yet will, I, not forget, thee:

Lo! on the palms of my hands, have portrayed thee, - Thy walls are before me continually.

In haste are thy sons, - They who have been tearing thee down and laying thee waste, out of thee, let them go forth!

Lift up, round about, thine eyes and see, All those, have gathered themselves together - have come to thee! As I live, Declareth Yahweh, - Surely all those as an ornament, shalt thou put on, And bind them about thee for a girdle as a bride.

Surely, as for thy wastes, and thy desolations, and thy land of ruins, Surely, now, shalt thou be too strait for thine inhabitants, And, far off, shall be they who have been swallowing thee up.

The children of whom thou wast bereaved shall yet say in thine ears, - Too strait for me, is the place Make room for me that I may settle down.

Then shalt thou say in thy heart, - Who hath borne me, these, Seeing, I, have been bereaved and unfruitful, a captive and banished, These, therefore, who hath brought them up? Lo! I, was left, alone, These, where were they.