^{1 Ref} Strengthen yourselves, sons of Benjamin, From the midst of Jerusalem, And in Tekoa blow ye a trumpet, And over Beth-Haccerem lift ye up a flame, For evil hath been seen from the north, And great destruction.

^{2 Ref} The comely and the delicate one I have cut off, The daughter of Zion.

^{3 Ref} Unto her come do shepherds and their droves, They have stricken tents by her round about, They have fed each `in' his own station.

^{4 Ref} Sanctify ye against her the battle, Rise, and we go up at noon. Wo to us, for turned hath the day, For stretched out are the shades of evening,

^{5 Ref} `Rise, and we go up by night, And we destroy her palaces.'