Let their habitation be desolate; and let none dwell in their tents.

Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar.

And there he maketh the hungry to dwell, that they may prepare a city for habitation; / And sow the fields, and plant vineyards, which may yield fruits of increase.

And let them make me a sanctuary; that I may dwell among them.

The ways of Zion do mourn, because none come to the solemn feasts: all her gates are desolate: her priests sigh, her virgins are afflicted, and she is in bitterness.

But let none of you suffer as a murderer, or as a thief, or as an evildoer, or as a busybody in other men's matters.