For, not by their own sword, gat they possession of the land, Nor did, their own arm, win victory for them,—But thine own right hand, and thine own arm, and the light of thy face, Because thou hadst accepted them.
Wherefore should ye spend, Money, for that which is not bread? Or your labour, for that which, satisfieth not? Keep on hearkening unto me, And, so eat that which is good, And let your soul take exquisite delight in fatness:
Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence.
The peoples, unto the mountain, will they call, There, will they offer the sacrifices of righteousness,—For, the abundance of the seas, will they suck, Hidden treasures of the sand.
Therefore will he sit as a refiner and purifier of silver, and will purify the sons of Levi, and will smelt them, as gold and as silver; so shall they belong to Yahweh, offering a gift in righteousness.