^{60 Ref} And He leaveth the tabernacle of Shiloh, The tent He had placed among men,

^{61 Ref} And He giveth His strength to captivity, And His beauty into the hand of an adversary,

^{62 Ref} And delivereth up to the sword His people, And with His inheritance shewed Himself angry.

^{63 Ref} His young men hath fire consumed, And His virgins have not been praised.

^{64 Ref} His priests by the sword have fallen, And their widows weep not.

^{65 Ref} And the Lord waketh as a sleeper, As a mighty one crying aloud from wine.

^{66 Ref} And He smiteth His adversaries backward, A reproach age-during He hath put on them,

^{67 Ref} And He kicketh against the tent of Joseph, And on the tribe of Ephraim hath not fixed.

^{68 Ref} And He chooseth the tribe of Judah, With mount Zion that He loved,

^{69 Ref} And buildeth His sanctuary as a high place, Like the earth, He founded it to the age.

^{70 Ref} And He fixeth on David His servant, And taketh him from the folds of a flock,

^{71 Ref} From behind suckling ones He hath brought him in, To rule over Jacob His people, And over Israel His inheritance.

^{72 Ref} And he ruleth them according to the integrity of his heart, And by the skilfulness of his hands leadeth them!