Study Desk

I have roused up one from the North, and he hath come, From the rising of the sun, calleth he on my Name, - And he hath come, on deputies, as though they were mortar, And as a potter treadeth clay.

Who hath told in advance, that we might know, And beforetime, that we might say Right! Nay, there is none who can tell. Nay, there is none who can let us hear, Nay, there is none who can understand what ye utter.

He who is First, can say , To Zion, Lo! there they are! And to Jerusalem, A herald of good-tidings, do I give.

So I look, And there is not, a Man! Even among these And there is none to advise, - That, when I ask them, can answer a word.

Lo! as to all of them, Vanity - nothingness, are their works, Wind and emptiness, their molten images!