Thomson(i)
3 Lift up thy hands against their perpetual haughtiness; for all that the enemy hath wickedly done in thy Holies.
4 They who hate thee have indeed triumphed: in the midst of thy festival they set up their own signs:
5 The signs pointing to the entrance above they did not know. As if in a forest of trees,
6 they cut down with axes the doors of that entrance. Then with hatchets and mattocks they broke it down.
7 They burned thy sanctuary to the ground with fire: they profaned the habitation of thy name.
8 They said, The whole brood of them are in their heart set upon this: come, let us cause to cease from the land the festivals of the Lord.
9 The signs peculiarly ours we do not see: there is no more a prophet; nor will he any more acknowledge us.
10 How long O God, shall the enemy reproach? Shall the adversary blaspheme thy name forever?