And for every high tower, And for every fenced wall,
And he spread out his hands in its midst, As spread out doth the swimmer to swim; And He hath humbled his excellency With the machinations of his hands.
And the fortress of the high place of thy walls He hath bowed down--He hath made low, He hath caused it to come to the earth, --unto dust.
And there hath been on every high mount, And on every exalted hill, Rivulets--streams of waters, In a day of much slaughter, in the falling of towers.
A day of trumpet and shouting against the fenced cities, And against the high corners.