For from of old thou hast broken thy yoke, Drawn away thy bands, and sayest, ‘I do not serve,’ For, on every high height, and under every green tree, Thou art wandering — a harlot.
I get me to the great, and I speak with them, For they have known the way of Jehovah, The judgment of their God.’ Surely they together have broken the yoke, They have drawn away the bands.