3 To these long desolationsthy feet lift, do not tarry;For all the ills thy foes have donewithin thy sanctuary.
4 Amidst thy congregationsthine enemies do roar:Their ensigns they set up for signsof triumph thee before.
5 A man was famous, and was hadin estimation,According as he lifted uphis axe thick trees upon.
6 But all at once with axes nowand hammers they go to,And down the carved work thereofthey break, and quite undo.
7 They fired have thy sanctuary,and have defil'd the same,By casting down unto the groundthe place where dwelt thy name.
8 Thus said they in their hearts, Let usdestroy them out of hand:They burnt up all the synagoguesof God within the land.
9 Our signs we do not now behold;there is not us amongA prophet more, nor any onethat knows the time how long.