11 O afflicted one, storm-battered and unconsoled,I lay your pavements in carnelians,your foundations in sapphires;
12 I will make your battlements of rubies,your gates of jewels,and all your walls of precious stones.
13 All your children shall be taught by the Lord;great shall be the peace of your children.
14 In justice shall you be established,far from oppression, you shall not fear,from destruction, it cannot come near.
15 If there be an attack, it is not my doing;whoever attacks shall fall before you.
16 See, I have created the smithwho blows on the burning coalsand forges weapons as his work;It is I also who have createdthe destroyer to work havoc.
17 Every weapon fashioned against you shall fail;every tongue that brings you to trialyou shall prove false.This is the lot of the servants of the Lord,their vindication from me—oracle of the Lord.