Surely there are mockers with me. My eye dwells on their provocation.

There is strength in his neck. Terror dances before him.

His soul shall dwell at ease. His seed shall inherit the land.

Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

In his neck remaineth strength, and sorrow is turned into joy before him.

His soul shall dwell at ease and his seed shall inherit the earth.

Jerusalem, wash your heart from wickedness, that you may be saved. How long shall your evil thoughts lodge within you?

O Jerusalem, wash thine heart from wickedness, that thou mayest be saved. How long shall thy vain thoughts lodge within thee?