<p class="poetry">Certainly<n id="1" /> you made my mind and heart;<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">you wove me together<n id="3" /> in my mother&#8217;s womb.p>

<p class="poetry">Remember your people<n id="1" /> whom you acquired in ancient times,p> <p class="poetry">whom you rescued<n id="2" /> so they could be your very own nation,<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">as well as Mount Zion, where you dwell!p>

<p class="poetry">Fear and dread<n id="1" /> will fall<n id="2" /> on them;p> <p class="poetry">by the greatness<n id="3" /> of your arm they will be as still as stone<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">until<n id="5" /> your people pass by, O <sc>Lordsc>,p> <p class="poetry">until the people whom you have bought<n id="6" /> pass by.p>

<p class="poetry">You did not buy me aromatic reeds;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">you did not present to me<n id="2" /> the fat of your sacrifices.p> <p class="poetry">Yet you burdened me with your sins;p> <p class="poetry">you made me weary with your evil deeds.<n id="3" />p>

&#8220;Take the shorts that you bought and are wearing<n id="1" /> and go at once<n id="2" /> to Perath.<n id="3" /> Bury the shorts there<n id="4" /> in a crack in the rocks.&#8221;