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When Jacob fled to the country of Syria, then Israel served for a wife, and, for a wife, he watched over a flock.

Yet, I, Yahweh, have been thy God from the land of Egypt, - and, god beside me, shalt thou not acknowledge, for, saviour, is there none besides me.

It hath utterly destroyed thee, O Israel, for it was against me, as thy helper!

The pangs of a woman in labour, shall overtake him, - he, is a son, not wise, for, now, he cannot stand still, when children are about to be born.

Samaria, shall be held guilty, for she hath rebelled against her God, By the sword, shall they fall, their infants, shall be dashed to the ground, and, his women with child, shall be ripped up.

Return thou, O Israel, unto Yahweh thy God, - for thou hast stumbled by thine iniquity.

Assyria, shall not save us, Upon horses, will we not ride, neither will we say any more - Our god! to the work of our own hands! For, in thee, shall the fatherless, find compassion.

I will heal their apostacy, I will love them freely, - for mine anger, hath turned, from them.

Who is wise, that he may understand these things? intelligent, that he may take knowledge of them? For, straightforward, are the ways of Yahweh, and, the righteous, shall travel therein, but, transgressors, shall stumble therein.

For, a nation, hath come up over my land, bold, and without number, - his teeth, are the teeth of a lion, and, the fangs of a lioness, hath he!

Wail thou, like a virgin girded with sackcloth, for the owner of her youth.

Laid waste is the field, in grief is the soil, - for laid waste is the corn, abashed is the new wine, languisheth the oil.

Turn pale, ye husbandmen, howl, ye vinedressers, over the wheat, and over the barley, - for perished is the harvest of the field.

Gird yourselves and beat the breast - ye priests, howl, ye attendants of the altar, go in and wrap yourselves for the night in sackcloth, ye attendants on my God, - for, withholden from the house of your God, are the meal-offering and the drink- offering.

Alas for the day! For near is the day of Yahweh, and, as a veritable Destruction from the Destroyer, shall it come.

How do the beasts groan! Perplexed are the herds of oxen, because there is no pasture for them, - even, the flocks of sheep, are destroyed!

Unto thee, O Yahweh, will I cry, - for, a fire, hath consumed the pastures of the wilderness, and, a flame, hath set ablaze all the trees of the field.

Blow ye a horn in Zion, sound an alarm in my holy mountain, let all the inhabitants of the land, tremble, - for coming is the day of Yahweh, for it is near! -

Like the noise of chariots on the tops of the mountains, shall they rattle along, like the noise of a flame of fire, devouring dry straw, - like a people bold, arrayed for battle.

And, Yahweh, hath uttered his voice, before his host, for great indeed is his camp, for bold is he who executeth his word, - for great is the day of Yahweh, and awful exceedingly, Who then shall endure it?