<p class="poetry">Look, I have inscribed your name<n id="1" /> on my palms;p> <p class="poetry">your walls are constantly before me.p>

<p class="poetry">I dug wellsp> <p class="poetry">and drank water.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">With the soles of my feet I dried upp> <p class="poetry">all the rivers of Egypt.&#8217;p>

and rescue you and this city from the king of Assyria. I will shield this city.&#8221;&#8217;&#8221;

<p class="poetry">For your hands are stained with bloodp> <p class="poetry">and your fingers with sin;p> <p class="poetry">your lips speak lies,p> <p class="poetry">your tongue utters malicious words.p>

<p class="poetry">You will be a majestic crown in the hand of the <sc>Lordsc>,p> <p class="poetry">a royal turban in the hand of your God.p>

<p class="poetry">From the soles of your feet to your head,p> <p class="poetry">there is no spot that is unharmed.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">There are only bruises, cuts,p> <p class="poetry">and open wounds.p> <p class="poetry">They have not been cleansed<n id="2" /> or bandaged,p> <p class="poetry">nor have they been treated<n id="3" /> with olive oil.<n id="4" />p>

<p class="poetry">When you spread out your hands in prayer,p> <p class="poetry">I look the other way;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">when you offer your many prayers,p> <p class="poetry">I do not listen,p> <p class="poetry">because your hands are covered with blood.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">Indeed you will go out with joy;p> <p class="poetry">you will be led along in peace;p> <p class="poetry">the mountains and hills will give a joyful shout before you,p> <p class="poetry">and all the trees in the field will clap their hands.p>

<p class="poetry">Their webs cannot be used for clothing;p> <p class="poetry">they cannot cover themselves with what they make.p> <p class="poetry">Their deeds are sinful;p> <p class="poetry">they commit violent crimes.<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">The children of your oppressors will come bowing to you;p> <p class="poetry">all who treated you with disrespect will bow down at your feet.p> <p class="poetry">They will call you, &#8216;The City of the <sc>Lordsc>,p> <p class="poetry">Zion of the Holy One of Israel.&#8217;<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">The withering flower, its beautiful splendor,p> <p class="poetry">situated at the head of a rich valley,p> <p class="poetry">will be like an early fig before harvest &#8211;p> <p class="poetry">as soon as someone notices it,p> <p class="poetry">he grabs it and swallows it.<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">The one who lives<n id="1" /> uprightly<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and speaks honestly;p> <p class="poetry">the one who refuses to profit from oppressive measuresp> <p class="poetry">and rejects a bribe;<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">the one who does not plot violent crimes<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">and does not seek to harm others<n id="5" /> &#8211;p>

Look, you must be trusting in Egypt, that splintered reed staff. If someone leans on it for support, it punctures his hand and wounds him. That is what Pharaoh king of Egypt does to all who trust in him!