The man bakes bread, makes an idol from it and worships it. He burns half of it in the fire they know nothing – are blinded. Whosoever keeps ashes is unfaithful to his heart. Rejoice you heavens! Israel bring to me your mountains and forests, rejoice! You trees. I am the Lord who destroys soothsayers, makes wise men foolish. You cities of Israel will be inhabited. Who says to Cyrus: My shepherd!

God says to Cyrus the ruler of Persia and takes him by the hand: I will put people under you, unsheathe the sword of the kings, open gates and doors to you. Make the rough places smooth, give you treasures and jewelry. You Cyrus I have given you a title, though you have not known me. But I am the Lord who does all this. Rain you heavens you clouds – righteousness. Woe to him who strives with his maker – Woe to him who says to a father, why do you father, to a mother, why do you give birth? I have created the world.
All knees shall bend and all tongues take an oath. I have righteousness and strength in the Lord…
The cattle carry the burden that was yours (Bel and Nebo), idols have fallen. They pour the gold and silver out of the bags. I am your God – I call the eagle from the east.

I call a man from a faraway land – it happens just as I say! I will give my salvation to Zion and my glory to Israel. Get down you daughter of Babylon, sit down in the dust without a throne. Use the mill for milling. Remove your veil, lift up your skirt, uncover your thighs, your nakedness and your shame will be seen. Sit in silence you merciless daughter of the Chaldeans. You will be a widow without children on the first day, his disaster will come on you. What use are your enchantments. The stargazers are like stubble that burns in the fire. There will be no one to save you…