The Oracle concerning Babylon
131 The burden of Babylon that Isaiah son of Amoz hath seen: 2 'On a high mountain lift ye up an ensign, Raise the voice to them, wave the hand, And they go in to the openings of nobles. 3 I have given charge to My sanctified ones, Also I have called My mighty ones for Mine anger, Those rejoicing at Mine excellency.' 4 A voice of a multitude in the mountains, A likeness of a numerous people, A voice of noise from the kingdoms of nations who are gathered, Jehovah of Hosts inspecting a host of battle! 5 They are coming in from a land afar off, From the end of the heavens, Jehovah and the instruments of His indignation, To destroy all the land.
6 Howl ye, for near 'is' the day of Jehovah, As destruction from the Mighty it cometh. 7 Therefore, all hands do fail, And every heart of man doth melt. 8 And they have been troubled, Pains and pangs they take, As a travailing woman they are pained, A man at his friend they marvel, The appearance of flames—their faces! 9 Lo, the day of Jehovah doth come, Fierce, with wrath, and heat of anger, To make the land become a desolation, Yea, its sinning ones He destroyeth from it. 10 For the stars of the heavens, and their constellations, Cause not their light to shine, Darkened hath been the sun in its going out, And the moon causeth not its light to come forth. 11 And I have appointed on the world evil, And on the wicked their iniquity, And have caused to cease the excellency of the proud, And the excellency of the terrible I make low. 12 I make man more rare than fine gold, And a common man than pure gold of Ophir. 13 Therefore the heavens I cause to tremble, And the earth doth shake from its place, In the wrath of Jehovah of Hosts, And in a day of the heat of his anger. 14 And it hath been, as a roe driven away, And as a flock that hath no gatherer, Each unto his people—they turn, And each unto his land—they flee. 15 Every one who is found is thrust through, And every one who is added falleth by sword. 16 And their sucklings are dashed to pieces before their eyes, Spoiled are their houses, and their wives lain with. 17 Lo, I am stirring up against them the Medes, Who silver esteem not, And gold—they delight not in it. 18 And bows dash young men to pieces, And the fruit of the womb they pity not, On sons their eye hath no pity.
19 And Babylon, the beauty of kingdoms, The glory, the excellency of the Chaldeans, Hath been as overthrown by God, With Sodom and with Gomorrah. 20 She doth not sit for ever, Nor continueth unto many generations, Nor doth Arab pitch tent there, And shepherds lie not down there. 21 And Ziim have lain down there, And full have been their houses of howlings, And dwelt there have daughters of an ostrich, And goats do skip there. 22 And Aiim have responded in his forsaken habitations, And dragons in palaces of delight, And near to come 'is' her time, And her days are not drawn out!
The Proverb against the King of Babylon
141 Because Jehovah loveth Jacob, And hath fixed again on Israel, And given them rest on their own land, And joined hath been the sojourner to them, And they have been admitted to the house of Jacob. 2 And peoples have taken them, And have brought them in unto their place, And the house of Israel have inherited them, On the land of Jehovah, For men-servants and for maid-servants, And they have been captors of their captors, And have ruled over their exactors. 3 And it hath come to pass, In the day of Jehovah's giving rest to thee, From thy grief, and from thy trouble, And from the sharp bondage, That hath been served upon thee,
4 That thou hast taken up this simile Concerning the king of Babylon, and said, How hath the exactor ceased, 5 Ceased hath the golden one. Broken hath Jehovah the staff of the wicked, The sceptre of rulers. 6 He who is smiting peoples in wrath, A smiting without intermission, He who is ruling in anger nations, Pursuing without restraint! 7 At rest—quiet hath been all the earth, They have broken forth 'into' singing. 8 Even firs have rejoiced over thee, Cedars of Lebanon—'saying': Since thou hast lain down, The hewer cometh not up against us. 9 Sheol beneath hath been troubled at thee, To meet thy coming in, It is waking up for thee Rephaim, All chiefs ones of earth, It hath raised up from their thrones All kings of nations. 10 All of them answer and say unto thee, Even thou hast become weak like us! Unto us thou hast become like! 11 Brought down to Sheol hath been thine excellency, The noise of thy psaltery, Under thee spread out hath been the worm, Yea, covering thee is the worm. 12 How hast thou fallen from the heavens, O shining one, son of the dawn! Thou hast been cut down to earth, O weakener of nations. 13 And thou saidst in thy heart: the heavens I go up, Above stars of God I raise my throne, And I sit in the mount of meeting in the sides of the north. 14 I go up above the heights of a thick cloud, I am like to the Most High. 15 Only—unto Sheol thou art brought down, Unto the sides of the pit. 16 Thy beholders look to thee, to thee they attend, Is this the man causing the earth to tremble, Shaking kingdoms? 17 He hath made the world as a wilderness, And his cities he hath broken down, Of his bound ones he opened not the house. 18 All kings of nations—all of them, Have lain down in honour, each in his house, 19 And—thou hast been cast out of thy grave, As an abominable branch, raiment of the slain, Thrust through ones of the sword, Going down unto the sons of the pit, As a carcase trodden down. 20 Thou art not united with them in burial, For thy land thou hast destroyed, Thy people thou hast slain, Not named to the age is the seed of evil doers. 21 Prepare ye for his sons slaughter; Because of the iniquity of their fathers, They rise not, nor have possessed the land, Nor filled the face of the world 'with' cities. 22 And I have risen up against them, (The affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts,) And have cut off, in reference to Babylon, Name and remnant, and continuator and successor, The affirmation of Jehovah. 23 And have made it for a possession of a bittern, And ponds of waters, And daubed it with the mire of destruction, The affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts!
Assyria to Be Destroyed
24 Sworn hath Jehovah of Hosts, saying, 'As I thought—so hath it not been? And as I counselled—it standeth; 25 To break Asshur in My land, And on My mountains I tread him down, And turned from off them hath his yoke, Yea, his burden from off their shoulder turneth aside. 26 This 'is' the counsel that is counselled for all the earth, And this 'is' the hand that is stretched out for all the nations. 27 For Jehovah of Hosts hath purposed, And who doth make void? And His hand that is stretched out, Who doth turn it back?'
The Oracle concerning Philistia
28 In the year of the death of king Ahaz was this burden: 29 Rejoice not thou, Philistia, all of thee, That broken hath been the rod of thy smiter, For from the root of a serpent cometh out a viper, And its fruit 'is' a flying saraph. 30 And delighted have the first-born of the poor, And the needy in confidence lie down, And I have put to death with famine thy root, And thy remnant it slayeth. 31 Howl, O gate; cry, O city, Melted art thou, Philistia, all of thee, For from the north smoke hath come, And there is none alone in his set places. 32 And what doth one answer the messengers of a nation? 'That Jehovah hath founded Zion, And in it do the poor of His people trust!'
The Oracle concerning Moab
151 The burden of Moab. Because in a night destroyed was Ar of Moab—It hath been cut off, Because in a night destroyed was Kir of Moab—It hath been cut off. 2 He hath gone up to Bajith and Dibon, The high places—to weep, On Nebo and on Medeba Moab howleth, On all its heads 'is' baldness, every beard cut off. 3 In its out-places they girded on sackcloth, On its pinnacles, and in its broad places, Every one howleth—going down with weeping. 4 And cry doth Heshbon and Elealeh, Unto Jahaz heard hath been their voice, Therefore the armed ones of Moab do shout, His life hath been grievous to him. 5 My heart 'is' toward Moab, Cry do her fugitives unto Zoar, a heifer of the third 'year', For—the ascent of Luhith—With weeping he goeth up in it, For, in the way of Horonaim, A cry of destruction they wake up.
6 For, the waters of Nimrim are desolations, For, withered hath been the hay, Finished hath been the tender grass, A green thing there hath not been. 7 Therefore the abundance he made, and their store, Unto the brook of the willows they carry. 8 For gone round hath the cry the border of Moab, Unto Eglaim 'is' its howling, And to Beer-Elim 'is' its howling. 9 For the waters of Dimon have been full of blood, For I set on Dimon additions, For the escaped of Moab a lion, And for the remnant of Adamah!
161 Send ye a lamb 'to' the ruler of the land, From Selah in the wilderness, Unto the mount of the daughter of Zion. 2 And it hath come to pass, As a wandering bird, a nest cast out, Are daughters of Moab, 'at' fords of Arnon. 3 Bring ye in counsel, do judgment, Make as night thy shadow in the midst of noon, Hide outcasts, the wanderer reveal not. 4 Sojourn in thee do My outcasts, O Moab, Be a secret hiding-place to them, From the face of a destroyer, For ceased hath the extortioner, Finished hath been a destroyer, Consumed the treaders down out of the land. 5 And established in kindness is the throne, And 'one' hath sat on it in truth, in the tent of David, Judging and seeking judgment, and hasting righteousness.
6 We have heard of the pride of Moab—very proud, His pride, and his arrogance, and his wrath, Not right 'are' his devices. 7 Therefore howl doth Moab for Moab, all of it doth howl, For the grape-cakes of Kir-Hareseth it meditateth, Surely they are smitten. 8 Because fields of Heshbon languish, The vine of Sibmah, Lords of nations did beat her choice vines, Unto Jazer they have come, They have wandered in a wilderness, Her plants have spread themselves, They have passed over a sea. 9 Therefore I weep with the weeping of Jazer, The vine of Sibmah, I water thee 'with' my tear, O Heshbon and Elealeh, For—for thy summer fruits, and for thy harvest, The shouting hath fallen. 10 And removed have been gladness and joy from the fruitful field, And in vineyards they sing not, nor shout, Wine in the presses treadeth not the treader, Shouting I have caused to cease. 11 Therefore my bowels for Moab as a harp do sound, And mine inward parts for Kir-Haresh. 12 And it hath come to pass, when it hath been seen, That weary hath been Moab on the high place, And he hath come unto his sanctuary to pray, And is not able. 13 This 'is' the word that Jehovah hath spoken unto Moab from that time, 14 And now hath Jehovah spoken, saying, 'In three years, as years of an hireling, Lightly esteemed is the honour of Moab, With all the great multitude, And the remnant 'is' little, small, not mighty!'
The Oracle concerning Damascus
171 The burden of Damascus. Lo, Damascus is taken away from 'being' a city, And it hath been a heap—a ruin. 2 Forsaken are the cities of Aroer, For droves they are, and they have lain down, And there is none troubling. 3 And ceased hath the fortress from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus, And the remnant of Aram are as the honour of the sons of Israel, The affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts!
The Judgment on Israel
4 And it hath come to pass, in that day, Wax poor doth the honour of Jacob, And the fatness of his flesh doth wax lean. 5 And it hath come to pass, As the gathering by the reaper of the standing corn, And his arm the ears reapeth, And it hath come to pass, As the gathering of the ears in the valley of Rephaim,
6 And left in him have been gleanings, As the compassing of an olive, Two—three berries on the top of a branch, Four—five on the fruitful boughs, The affirmation of Jehovah, God of Israel! 7 In that day doth man look to His Maker, Yea, his eyes to the Holy One of Israel look, 8 And he looketh not unto the altars. The work of his own hands, And that which his own fingers made He seeth not—the shrines and the images.
9 In that day are the cities of his strength As the forsaken thing of the forest, And the branch that they have left, Because of the sons of Israel, It also hath been a desolation. 10 Because thou hast forgotten the God of thy salvation, And the rock of thy strength hast not remembered, Therefore thou plantest plants of pleasantness, And with a strange slip sowest it, 11 In the day thy plant thou causest to become great, And in the morning thy seed makest to flourish, A heap 'is' the harvest in a day of overflowing, And of mortal pain.
12 Wo 'to' the multitude of many peoples, As the sounding of seas they sound; And 'to' the wasting of nations, As the wasting of mighty waters they are wasted. 13 Nations as the wasting of many waters are wasted, And He hath pushed against it, And it hath fled afar off, And been pursued as chaff of hills before wind, And as a rolling thing before a hurricane. 14 At even-time, lo, terror, before morning it is not, This 'is' the portion of our spoilers, And the lot of our plunderers!