Basilisk-serpents,
Against whom availeth no charm,
But they shall bite you.[384]
Ah! That my grief is past comfort[385] 18
Faints on me my heart,
Lo, hark to the cry of my people
Wide o'er the land.[386]
“Is the Lord not in Ṣion, 19
Is there no king?[387]
[Why have they vexed Me with idols,