^{17 Ref} And if ye do not hear it, In secret places doth my soul weep, because of pride, Yea, it weepeth sore, And the tear cometh down mine eyes, For the flock of Jehovah hath been taken captive.

^{18 Ref} Say to the king and to the mistress: Make yourselves low -- sit still, For come down have your principalities, The crown of your beauty.