^{8 Ref} And yesterday My people for an enemy doth raise himself up, From the outer garment the honourable ornament ye strip off, From the confident passers by, Ye who are turning back from war.

^{9 Ref} The women of My people ye cast out from its delightful house, From its sucklings ye take away My honour to the age.

^{10 Ref} Rise and go, for this `is' not the rest, Because of uncleanness it doth corrupt, And corruption is powerful.