<p class="poetry">It stands still,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">but I cannot recognize<n id="2" /> its appearance;p> <p class="poetry">an image is before my eyes,p> <p class="poetry">and I hear a murmuring voice:<n id="3" />p>

&#8220;I, the <sc>Lord,sc> the God of Israel, say: &#8216;The exiles whom I sent away from here to the land of Babylon<n id="1" /> are like those good figs. I consider them to be good.