And there you must take your burnt offerings, your sacrifices, your tithes, the personal offerings you have prepared,
I will knock your bow out of your left hand and make your arrows fall from your right hand.
Is not your piety
The Nile will swarm
You are to rejoice in your festival, you, your son, your daughter, your male and female slaves, the Levites, the resident foreigners, the orphans, and the widows who are in your villages.
They will proclaim the splendor of your kingdom; they will tell about your power,
For where your
For where your treasure
May your servants see your work!
your infants, your wives, and the
Strap your sword to your thigh, O warrior!
I will make your pinnacles out of gems,
Is not your wickedness great
For your loyal love extends beyond the sky,
It is fitting
Look, I long for your precepts. Revive me with your deliverance!
Your justice endures,