¹¹ Jer se veseliste, jer se radovaste pleneći moje nasledstvo; jer besneste kao junica na travi i rzaste kao jaki konji.

⁶ Ovce moje lutaju po svim gorama i po svim visokim humovima; i po svoj zemlji raspršane su Ovce moje, i nema nikoga da pita za njih, nikoga da ih traži.

⁹ In all their affliction he was afflicted, and the angel of his presence saved them: in his love and in his pity he redeemed them; and he bore them, and carried them all the days of old.