|The oracle concerning Babylon which Isai'ah the son of Amoz saw.||God will punish Babylon. Is.13.1-22|
|On a bare hill raise a signal, |
cry aloud to them;
wave the hand for them to enter
the gates of the nobles.
|I myself have commanded my consecrated ones, |
have summoned my mighty men to execute my anger,
my proudly exulting ones.
|Hark, a tumult on the mountains |
as of a great multitude!
Hark, an uproar of kingdoms,
of nations gathering together!
The LORD of hosts is mustering a host for battle.
|They come from a distant land, |
from the end of the heavens,
the LORD and the weapons of his indignation,
to destroy the whole earth.
|Wail, for the day of the LORD is near; |
as destruction from the Almighty it will come!
|Therefore all hands will be feeble, |
and every man's heart will melt,
|and they will be dismayed. |
Pangs and agony will seize them;
they will be in anguish like a woman in travail.
They will look aghast at one another;
their faces will be aflame.
|Behold, the day of the LORD comes, |
cruel, with wrath and fierce anger,
to make the earth a desolation
and to destroy its sinners from it.
|For the stars of the heavens and their constellations |
will not give their light;
the sun will be dark at its rising
and the moon will not shed its light.
|I will punish the world for its evil, |
and the wicked for their iniquity;
I will put an end to the pride of the arrogant,
and lay low the haughtiness of the ruthless.
|I will make men more rare than fine gold, |
and mankind than the gold of Ophir.
|Therefore I will make the heavens tremble, |
and the earth will be shaken out of its place,
at the wrath of the LORD of hosts
in the day of his fierce anger.
|And like a hunted gazelle, |
or like sheep with none to gather them,
every man will turn to his own people,
and every man will flee to his own land.
|Whoever is found will be thrust through, |
and whoever is caught will fall by the sword.
|Their infants will be dashed in pieces before their eyes; |
their houses will be plundered and their wives ravished.
|Behold, I am stirring up the Medes against them, |
who have no regard for silver
and do not delight in gold.
|Their bows will slaughter the young men; |
they will have no mercy on the fruit of the womb;
their eyes will not pity children.
|And Babylon, the glory of kingdoms, |
the splendor and pride of the Chalde'ans,
will be like Sodom and Gomor'rah
when God overthrew them.
|It will never be inhabited |
or dwelt in for all generations;
no Arab will pitch his tent there,
no shepherds will make their flocks lie down there.
|But wild beasts will lie down there, |
and its houses will be full of howling creatures;
there ostriches will dwell,
and there satyrs will dance.
|Hyenas will cry in its towers, |
and jackals in the pleasant palaces;
its time is close at hand
and its days will not be prolonged.
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