ForYahvehofoldisourFriendandFather，AndcherishethYak？bHechoseofold。
TheGodsofthePeoplesourLordhathchidden，TheircourtshathHefilledwithHiscreepingthings；
ThelightofthefaceoftheSunhehathhidden，Andbrokenthescourgeinthehandsofkings。
HehathchastenedHispeoplewithstripesandscourges，OurbackshathHeburdenedwithgrievousweights，ButHischildrenshallriseasaseathatsurges，AndfloodthefieldsofthemenHehates。
TheKingsoftheNationsourLordhathsmitten，HisshoehathHecasto’ertheGodsofthem，ButalampforourfeettheLordhathlitten，WondershathhewroughtintheLandofKhem。