<t /><p class="poetry">The <sc>Lordsc> says,p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;The women<n id="1" /> of Zion are proud.p> <p class="poetry">They walk with their heads high<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and flirt with their eyes.p> <p class="poetry">They skip along<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">and the jewelry on their ankles jingles.<n id="4" />p>

<p class="poetry">Who handed Jacob over to the robber?p> <p class="poetry">Who handed Israel over to the looters?<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">Was it not the <sc>Lordsc>, against whom we sinned?p> <p class="poetry">They refused to follow his commands;p> <p class="poetry">they disobeyed his law.<n id="2" />p>

&#8220;Go and tell Hezekiah: &#8216;This is what the <sc>Lordsc> God of your ancestor<n id="1" /> David says: &#8220;I have heard your prayer; I have seen your tears. Look, I will add fifteen years to your life,