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Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, as a mighty one, doth come, And, his own arm, is about to rule for him, - Lo! his reward, is with him, And, his recompense, before him;

Like a shepherd, his flock, will he tend, In his own arm, will he take up the lambs, And in his own bosom, will he carry them , - Them which are with young, will he lead to a place of rest.

Who hath measured, with the hollow of his hand, the waters. Or the heavens with a span, hath meted out, Or hath comprehended, in a measure, the dust of the earth, Or weighed, in scales, the mountains, Or the hills, in a balance?

Who hath proved the spirit of Yahweh? Or being his counsellor hath been giving him knowledge?

Hast thou not known, Hast thou not heard, That The God of age-past time - Yahweh The Creator of the ends of the earth Fainteth not neither groweth weary - There is no searching of his understanding:

Who roused up one from the East, In righteousness, called him to his feet, - Set before him nations And over kings, caused him to rule, His sword, made them like dust, His bow like driven chaff:

He pursued them passed along safely, - Upon the path of his own feet, entered he not?

Every man, to his neighbour, giveth help, - And to his brother, saith Take courage!

He will not cry out nor will he speak loud, - Nor cause to be heard, in the street, his voice:

He will not fade, nor will he be crushed, Until he establish, in the earth, justice, And for his instruction, Coastlands, wait.

Sing to Yahweh, a song that is new, His praise, from the end of the earth, - Ye that go down to the sea, and the fulness thereof, The Coastlands and ye who dwell therein.

Let them render unto Yahweh, glory, - And, his praise, in the Coastlands let them tell.

Yahweh, as a hero, goeth forth, As a man of war, he stirreth up jealousy, - He giveth a cry, yea he raiseth a war-cry, Over his foes, he showeth his strength.

Yahweh, is well-pleased for his own righteousness sake, He magnifieth instruction and maketh it majestic.

Who gave, as a booty, Jacob. And, Israel, to them who were ready to take prey? Was it not Yahweh I? He against whom we have sinned, And they were not willing, in his ways, to walk, Neither hearkened they to his instruction?

So he hath poured out, upon him, the glow of his anger, and the strength of battle; And it hath set him aflame round about, yet he knoweth it not, And it hath kindled upon him yet he layeth it not to heart.

This one, will say Yahweh's, am I, and That one, will call himself by the name of Jacob, and Yonder one will write on his hand - Yahweh's, And after the name of Israel, will one entitle himself.

Thus saith Yahweh - King of Israel, Even his Redeemer, Yahweh of hosts, - I, am, First, and, I, Last, And besides me, there is no God.

Lo! all his partners, turn pale, Even, the artificers themselves, are of the sons of earth, - Let them gather themselves together - all of them. Let them take their stand, Let them dread, and turn pale, together!

As for the smith, with his cutting-tool, - When he hath wrought in the live coals, And, with hammers, hath fashioned it, - And hath wrought it with his strong arm, Anon he is hungry, and hath no strength, He hath drunk no water and so hath become faint!