The Hebrew Prophets

The city of chaos is shattered; every house is closed to entry.

In the streets they cry out for wine. All joy turns to gloom; rejoicing is exiled from the land.

The city is left in ruins; its gate is reduced to rubble.

So will it be on the earth and among the nations, like a harvested olive tree, like a gleaning after a grape harvest.

They raise their voices, they shout for joy; from the west they proclaim the majesty of the LORD.

Therefore glorify the LORD in the east. Extol the name of the LORD, the God of Israel in the islands of the sea.

From the ends of the earth we hear singing: “Glory to the Righteous One.” But I said, “I am wasting away! I am wasting away! Woe is me.” The treacherous betray; the treacherous deal in treachery.

Terror and pit and snare await you, O dweller of the earth.

Whoever flees the sound of panic will fall into the pit, and whoever climbs from the pit will be caught in the snare. For the windows of heaven are open, and the foundations of the earth are shaken.

The earth is utterly broken apart, the earth is split open, the earth is shaken violently.

The earth staggers like a drunkard and sways like a shack. Earth’s rebellion weighs it down, and it falls, never to rise again.

In that day the LORD will punish the host of heaven above and the kings of the earth below.

They will be gathered together like prisoners in a pit. They will be confined to a dungeon and punished after many days.

The moon will be confounded and the sun will be ashamed; for the LORD of Hosts will reign on Mount Zion and in Jerusalem, and before His elders with great glory.

O LORD, You are my God! I will exalt You; I will praise Your name. For You have worked wonders— plans formed long ago— in perfect faithfulness.

Indeed, You have made the city a heap of rubble, the fortified town a ruin. The fortress of strangers is a city no more; it will never be rebuilt.

Therefore, a strong people will honor You. The cities of ruthless nations will revere You.

For You have been a refuge for the poor, a stronghold for the needy in distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat. For the breath of the ruthless is like rain against a wall,

like heat in a dry land. You subdue the uproar of foreigners. As the shade of a cloud cools the heat, so the song of the ruthless is silenced.

On this mountain the LORD of Hosts will prepare a banquet for all the peoples, a feast of aged wine, of choice meat, of finely aged wine.

On this mountain He will swallow up the shroud that enfolds all peoples, the sheet that covers all nations;

He will swallow up death forever. The Lord GOD will wipe away the tears from every face and remove the disgrace of His people from the whole earth. For the LORD has spoken.

And in that day it will be said, “Surely this is our God; we have waited for Him, and He has saved us. This is the LORD for whom we have waited. Let us rejoice and be glad in His salvation.”

For the hand of the LORD will rest on this mountain. But Moab will be trampled in his place as straw is trodden into the dung pile.

He will spread out his hands within it, as a swimmer spreads his arms to swim. His pride will be brought low, despite the skill of his hands.