1 Awake, awake, put on thy strength, O Zion, Put on the garments of thy beauty, Jerusalem--the Holy City; For enter no more into thee again, Do the uncircumcised and unclean.
2 Shake thyself from dust, arise, sit, O Jerusalem, Bands of thy neck have loosed themselves, O captive, daughter of Zion.
3 For thus said Jehovah: `For nought ye have been sold, And not by money are ye redeemed.'
4 For thus said the Lord Jehovah: `To Egypt My people went down at first to sojourn there, And Asshur--for nought he hath oppressed it.
5 And now, what--to Me here, An affirmation of Jehovah, That taken is My people for nought? Its rulers cause howling, --an affirmation of Jehovah, And continually all the day My name is despised.