凡 向 你 發 怒 的 必 都 抱 愧 蒙 羞 ; 與 你 相 爭 的 必 如 無 有 , 並 要 滅 亡 。
Lo, all those displeased with thee, They are ashamed and blush, They are as nothing, yea, perish Do the men who strive with thee.