^{12 Ref} For the nation and the kingdom that do not serve thee perish, Yea, the nations are utterly wasted.

^{13 Ref} The honour of Lebanon unto thee doth come, Fir, pine, and box together, To beautify the place of My sanctuary, And the place of My feet I make honourable.

^{14 Ref} And come unto thee, bowing down, Have sons of those afflicting thee, And bowed themselves to the soles of thy feet Have all despising thee, And they have cried to thee: `City of Jehovah, Zion of the Holy One of Israel.'