8(For a day of vengeance [is] to Jehovah, A year of recompences for Zion`s strife,)
9And turned have been her streams to pitch, And her dust to brimstone, And her land hath become burning pitch.
10By night and by day she is not quenched, To the age go up doth her smoke, From generation to generation she is waste, For ever and ever, none is passing into her.
11And possess her do pelican and hedge-hog, And owl and raven dwell in her, And He hath stretched out over her A line of vacancy, and stones of emptiness.
12[To] the kingdom her freemen they call, But there are none there, And all her princes are at an end.
13And gone up her palaces have thorns, Nettle and bramble [are] in her fortresses, And it hath been a habitation of dragons, A court for daughters of an ostrich.
14And met have Ziim with Aiim, And the goat for its companion calleth, Only there rested hath the night-owl, And hath found for herself a place of rest.
