But thou son of man Be not afraid of them Nor of their words, be afraid Though thorns and thistles are about thee, And amongst prickly plants, thou dost dwell, Of their words, be not afraid nor At their faces, be thou dismayed, For a perverse house, they are!
Now, in that place, there happened to be an abandoned man, whose name, was Sheba son of Bichri, a man of Benjamin,—so he blew a horn, and said—We have no share in David, Nor inheritance have we in the son of Jesse, Every man to his home, O Israel!
There have gone forth men sons of the Abandoned One, out of thy midst, and have seduced the inhabitants of their city, saying,—Let us go, and serve other gods which ye have not known;
Now, therefore, know thou, and see, what thou canst do, for mischief is determined against our lord, and against all his household,—but, he, is such an abandoned man, that one cannot speak unto him.
The best of them, is as a sharp briar, and, the most upright, worse than a thorn hedge, The day of thy watchmen—of thy visitation, hath come, Now, shall be their confusion!