O thou afflicted, one full of misery and sorrow, tossed with tempest, like the chaff from the threshing-floor, and not comforted, still lying in desolation, behold, I will lay thy stones with fair colors, building up the city walls and houses in such a way as to lay the stones in colored mortar to enhance the beautiful effect, and lay thy foundations with sapphires, as a plinth for the whole city.

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