Lo, for righteousness doth a king reign, As to princes, for
judgment they rule.
And each hath been as a hiding-place from wind, And
as a secret hiding-place from inundation, As rivulets of waters in a dry
place, As a shadow of a heavy rock in a weary land.
And not dazzled are the eyes of beholders, And the ears of
hearers do attend.
And the heart of those hastened Understandeth to know, And
the tongue of stammerers hasteth to speak clearly.
A fool is no more called 'noble,' And to a miser it is not
For a fool speaketh folly, And his heart doth iniquity, to
do profanity, And to speak concerning Jehovah error, To empty the soul of the
hungry, Yea, drink of the thirsty he causeth to lack.
And the miser -- his instruments are evil, He hath
counselled wicked devices, To corrupt the poor with lying sayings, Even when
the needy speaketh justly.
And the noble counselled noble things, And he for noble
things riseth up.
Women, easy ones, rise, hear my voice, Daughters, confident
ones, give ear to my saying,
Days and a year ye are troubled, O confident ones, For
consumed hath been harvest, The gathering cometh not.
Tremble ye women, ye easy ones, Be troubled, ye confident
ones, Strip and make bare, with a girdle on the loins,
For breasts they are lamenting, For fields of desire, for
the fruitful vine.
Over the ground of my people thorn -- brier goeth up, Surely
over all houses of joy of the exulting city,
Surely the palace hath been left, The multitude of the city
forsaken, Fort and watch-tower hath been for dens unto the age, A joy of wild
asses -- a pasture of herds;
Till emptied out on us is the Spirit from on high, And a wilderness
hath become a fruitful field, And the fruitful field for a forest is reckoned.
And dwelt in the wilderness hath judgment, And righteousness
in the fruitful field remaineth.
And a work of the righteousness hath been peace, And a
service of the righteousness -- Keeping quiet and confidence unto the age.
And dwelt hath My people in a peaceful habitation, And in
stedfast tabernacles, And in quiet resting-places.
And it hath hailed in the going down of the forest, And in
the valley is the city low.
Happy are ye sowing by all waters, Sending forth the
foot of the ox and the ass!