For the yoke of his burden, and the staff of his shoulder, the rod of his oppressor, you have broken as in the day of Midian.
For all the armor of the armed man in the noisy battle, and the garments rolled in blood, will be for burning, fuel for the fire.
For a child is born to us.
A son is given to us; and the government will be on his shoulders.
His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.