It is he who sitteth upon the circle of the earth, While the inhabitants thereof are, as grass-hoppers,—Who stretcheth forth, as a curtain, the heavens, And spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in;
For, thus, saith he that is high and lifted up—Inhabiting futurity, And, holy, is his name: A high and holy place, will I inhabit, Also with the crushed and lowly in spirit, To revive the spirit of the lowly, and To revive the heart of them who are crushed;—
There have they been in great dread where no dread was, Because, God, hath scattered the bones of thy besieger,—Thou hast put him to shame, Because, God, had, rejected, them.
Thus, saith Yahweh, The, heavens, are my throne, and The earth, is my footstool: Where then is the house which ye can build me? Or where is my place of rest?
This, is the word that Yahweh hath spoken concerning him,—The virgin daughter of Zion, laugheth thee to scorn, mocketh thee, The daughter of Jerusalem, after thee, doth wag her head.