There shall the great owl make her nest
And lay, and hatch, and gather under her shadow
And the streams thereof shall be turned into pitch
And the dust thereof into brimstone
And the land thereof shall become burning pitch
It shall not be quenched night nor day
The smoke thereof shall go up forever:
From generation to generation it shall lie waste
None shall pa** through it forever and ever
But the cormorant and bittern shall possess it
The owl also and the raven shall dwell in it
And he shall stretch out upon it the lines of confusion
And the stones of emptiness
They shall call the nobles thereof to the kingdom
But none shall be there
And all her princes shall be nothing
And thorns shall come up in her palaces
Nettles and brambles in the fortresses thereof
And it shall be
An habitation of dragons, and a court for owls
The wild beasts of the desert
Shall also meet with the wild beasts of the island
And the satyr shall cry to his fellows
The screech owl also shall rst there
And find for herself a place of rest
There shall the great owl make her nest
And lay, and hatch, and gather under her shadow