Mine honour from off me He hath stripped, And He turneth the crown from my head.
Causing counsellors to go away a spoil, And judges He maketh foolish.
Causing ministers to go away a spoil And strong ones He overthroweth.
Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock.
Hast rejected the covenant of Thy servant, Thou hast polluted to the earth his crown,
Thou hast broken down all his hedges, Thou hast made his fenced places a ruin.
Hast caused `him' to cease from his brightness, And his throne to the earth hast cast down.
For riches `are' not to the age, Nor a crown to generation and generation.
And ye are called `Priests of Jehovah,' `Ministers of our God,' is said of you, The strength of nations ye consume, And in their honour ye do boast yourselves.
Fallen hath the crown `from' our head, Wo `is' now to us, for we have sinned.
Ephraim `is' as a fowl, Fly away doth their honour, without birth, And without womb, and without conception.