1 Keep silent towards Me, O isles, And the peoples pass on 'to' power, They come nigh, then they speak, 'Together -- to judgment we draw near.'
2 Who stirred up from the east a righteous one? He calleth him to His foot, He giveth before him nations, And kings He causeth him to rule, He giveth 'them' as dust 'to' his sword, As driven stubble 'to' his bow.
3 He pursueth them, he passeth over in safety A path with his feet he entereth not.
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