11O afflicted, storm-tossed, not comforted, Lo, I am laying with cement thy stones, And have founded thee with sapphires,
12And have made of agate thy pinnacles, And thy gates of carbuncle stones, And all thy border of stones of delight,
13And all thy sons are taught of Jehovah, And abundant [is] the peace of thy sons.
14In righteousness thou establishest thyself, Be far from oppression, for thou fearest not, And from ruin, for it cometh not near unto thee.
15Lo, he doth diligently assemble without My desire, Who hath assembled near thee? By thee he falleth!
16Lo, I -- I have prepared an artizan, Blowing on a fire of coals, And bringing out an instrument for his work, And I have prepared a destroyer to destroy.
17No weapon formed against thee prospereth, And every tongue rising against thee, In judgment thou condemnest. This [is] the inheritance of the servants of Jehovah, And their righteousness from me, an affirmation of Jehovah!
