¹⁷ Ale nyní, odpusť, prosím, hřích můj aspoň tento, a modlte se Hospodinu Bohu vašemu, ať jen tuto smrt odejme ode mne.

³ What will you do in the day of visitation, and in the desolation which will come from afar? To whom will you flee for help? Where will you leave your wealth?

⁴ They will only bow down under the prisoners, and will fall under the slain. For all this his anger is not turned away, but his hand is stretched out still.

⁵ Alas Assyrian, the rod of my anger, the staff in whose hand is my indignation!