On that day his burden will fall from your shoulders and his yoke from your neck; the yoke will be destroyed by your prosperity.
He has come to 'Ayat and passed through Migron. He has stored his equipment at Mikhmas.
They have crossed the pass, then lodged at Geva. Ramah is shaking, Giv'at-Sha'ul has fled.
Cry, shriek, Bat-Gallim! Listen, Layish! Poor 'Anatot!
Madmenah is in flight, The people of Gevim take cover.
This very day he will stop at Nov; and he will shake his fist at the mountain of the daughter of Tziyon, at the hill of Yerushalayim.
See how Adonai ELOHIM-Tzva'ot lops off the branches with terrible violence! The ones standing highest are chopped down, the lofty are laid low.
He will hack down the forest underbrush with an axe, and the L'vanon in its splendor falls.