13 Sing, O heavens, and joy, O earth, And break forth, O mountains, with singing, For comforted hath Jehovah His people, And His afflicted ones He doth pity.
14 And Zion saith, 'Jehovah hath forsaken me, And my Lord hath forgotten me.'
15 Forget doth a woman her suckling, The loved one -- the son of her womb? Yea, these forget -- but I -- I forget not thee.
16 Lo, on the palms of the hand I have graven thee, Thy walls 'are' before Me continually.
17 Hastened have those building thee, Those destroying thee, and laying thee waste, go out from thee.
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