^{11 Ref} O afflicted, storm-tossed, not comforted, Lo, I am laying with cement thy stones, And have founded thee with sapphires,

¹² And have made of agate thy pinnacles, And thy gates of carbuncle stones, And all thy border of stones of delight,

^{13 Ref} And all thy sons are taught of Jehovah, And abundant `is' the peace of thy sons.

^{14 Ref} In righteousness thou establishest thyself, Be far from oppression, for thou fearest not, And from ruin, for it cometh not near unto thee.