thy

And I am He who is, and in thy heart

But do thou quickly enter with thy sons

Come boldly forth, with thy sons and thy wife

Come boldly forth, with thy sons and thy wife

And next thy parents. Render all things due,

Maintain thy virgin purity, and guard

And say not, "Come to-morrow." Of thy grain

Share thy bread with the hungry, in thy house

Share thy bread with the hungry, in thy house

To the poor thy hand. Of what God gave to thee

Thy mind with wine nor drink excessively.

For if thou kill an enemy thy hand

Thou dost defile. Keep from thy neighbor's field,

Plot no deceit, and do not arm thy heart

And full of riches. Do not vex thy heart

Can never be undone. Let not thy hand

And even thou, forsaking thy fair shrine,

Shalt flee away when it becomes thy lot

Offended with thy customs; and thy land

Offended with thy customs; and thy land

Shall all fall to the ground, since in thy heart

Of time seven decades shall thy fruitful land

And the wonders of thy temple all be waste.

Thy wearied knee upright unto the light.

Shall it come down, and the soul in thy children

And dreadful, to thy homes, which thou didst hope

Might never fall on thee. For through thy midst

And thy land of much dew shall drink black blood!

Therefore shalt thou then look upon thy land

And all thy land shall be a wilderness,

And desolations shall thy cities be.

Oft at thy much-remembered marriage feasts

And oft shall mistress shear thy pretty hair,

Cyzicus, also thy vast wealth the sea

Of Lycia, from thy peaks by yawning chasms

And great shall be thy happiness hereafter,

And on the sea thy power shall be supreme.

For greedy men, and put upon thy neck

Thy phalanxes away, and many souls

Shalt weep in silence for thy boastful sire.

And wherefore bringest thou thy foolish gifts

Who put the error in thy heart to do

But, wretched Hellas, stop thy arrogance

Magnanimous, and be upon thy guard.

But keep off, do not hold within thy breast

But change entirely the thoughts in thy heart,

Joy in thy age. And he will dwell in thee;

Sometime upon thy conquest. And thy tower,

Sometime upon thy conquest. And thy tower,

And upon thy shoots shall be all these days.

Around thy much-lamented temple's steps,

Is now thy mighty pride? Because thou didst

For thy pride thou shalt pay as many things

A long age, and the day of thy return . . .

For there shall come a Persian on thy dale,

Hating thy soil; for thou didst have desire

Over thy banks a widow shalt thou sit

No longer shall thy ensign yet remain,

Thy honors. Stay, O lawless one, alone,

Thy blind delusion; Memphis, first in toils,

O Thebes, where is thy great strength? A fierce man

Grasping thy dusky dress shalt wail alone,

Who shall explain thy follies? And Cyrene,

Of thy destruction cease thy hateful wail.

Of thy destruction cease thy hateful wail.

He also shall destroy and smite thy land,

No longer vex thy soul within thy breast

No longer vex thy soul within thy breast

Of Greeks keep revel round about thy land,

Alas for thee, cease from thy revelry.

In order that thy judgments we may see.

Thy gracious gift unto all mortal men

And shall despoil thy strength. And there shall rule

Thy unknown speech, impure Chaldean race;

For on account of thy supremacy,

Ill-disposed didst not apprehend thy God

Cyprus, a billow of thy gleaming sea

Shall see thee, nor thy ashes, and alone

O wretched one, thou didst not know thy God,

Who bear thy blood take wild fowls, offer prayer,

Besprinkling thy baptism, O Word, through which

Thou shalt not shut thy door, when there shall come

With water and pray thrice; and to thy God

And people with thy brine shalt thou destroy.

And thou shalt be the first to bend thy neck

Upon thy pavements, and thy wealth shall perish,

Upon thy pavements, and thy wealth shall perish,

And wolves and foxes dwell in thy foundations.

As if not born. Where thy Palladium then?

Or stone or brass? Or then where thy decrees

"Thy mighty strength, O city, shall fall down,"

Is coming on. And, thy most piteous fate

Of thy commanders and wear mourning dress,

Where then thy power? What allied land shall be

Subjected by thy follies lawlessly?

And shall afflict thy children, and there be

Beating with thine own hands thy godless breast.

Beneath thy servile yoke, nor foreigner,

Shall come upon thee and complete thy name.

Who hast suffered many things; thy king himself