3 The shield of his mighty ones is become red, Men of might 'are in' scarlet, With fiery torches 'is' the chariot in a day of his preparation, And the firs have been caused to tremble.
4 In out-places shine do the chariots, They go to and fro in broad places, Their appearances 'are' like torches, As lightnings they run.
5 He doth remember his honourable ones, They stumble in their goings, They hasten 'to' its wall, and prepared is the covering.
6 Gates of the rivers have been opened, And the palace is dissolved.
7 And it is established -- she hath removed, She hath been brought up, And her handmaids are leading as the voice of doves, Tabering on their hearts.
Share this page