¹⁸ I bude horlivou milostí zažžen Hospodin k zemi své, a slituje se nad lidem svým.

²³ Obraťtež se k domlouvání mému. Hle, vynáším vám ducha svého, a v známost vám uvodím slova svá.

⁷ Her nobles were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk; They were more ruddy in body than rubies, their polishing was as of sapphire.

⁸ Their appearance is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: Their skin clings to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.