³² My weeping for you, O vine of Sibmah, will be more than the weeping of Jazer: your branches have gone over the sea, stretching even to Jazer: destruction has come down on your summer fruits and your cut grapes.

²⁰ Come together, even Come near, you nations who are still living: they have no knowledge who take up their image of wood, and make prayer to a god in whom is no salvation.

¹⁷ There I will make the horn of David to bud. I have ordained a lamp for my anointed.

¹⁸ I will clothe his enemies with shame, but on himself, his crown will be resplendent." A Song of Ascents. By David.