Wo to those decreeing decrees of iniquity, And writers
who have prescribed perverseness.
To turn aside from judgment the poor, And to take violently
away the judgment Of the afflicted of My people, That widows may be their prey,
That the fatherless they may spoil.
And what do ye at a day of inspection? And at desolation? --
from afar it cometh. Near whom do ye flee for help? And where do ye leave your
Without Me it hath bowed down In the place of a bound one,
And in the place of the slain they fall. With all this not turned back hath His
anger, And still His hand is stretched out.
Wo to Asshur, a rod of Mine anger, And a staff in
their hand is Mine indignation.
Against a profane nation I send him, And concerning a people
of My wrath I charge him, To spoil spoil, and to seize prey, And to make it a
treading-place as the clay of out places.
And he -- he thinketh not so, And his heart reckoneth not
so, For -- to destroy is in his heart, And to cut off nations not a few.
For he saith, 'Are not my princes altogether kings?
Is not Calno as Carchemish? Is not Hamath as Arpad? Is not
Samaria as Damascus?
As my hand hath got to the kingdoms of a worthless thing,
and their graven images, Greater than Jerusalem and than Samaria,
Do I not -- as I have done to Samaria, And to her worthless
things, So do to Jerusalem and to her grievous things?
And it hath come to pass, When the Lord doth fulfil all His
work In mount Zion and in Jerusalem, I see concerning the fruit of the
greatness Of the heart of the king of Asshur. And concerning the glory of the
height of his eyes.
For he hath said, 'By the power of my hand I have wrought,
And by my wisdom, for I have been intelligent, And I remove borders of the
peoples, And their chief ones I have spoiled, And I put down as a mighty one
And my hand as to a nest Getteth to the wealth of the
peoples, And as a gathering of forsaken eggs All the earth I -- I have
gathered, And there hath not been one moving wing, Or opening mouth, or
-- Doth the axe glorify itself Against him who is hewing
with it? Doth the saw magnify itself Against him who is shaking it? As a rod
waving those lifting it up! As a staff lifting up that which is not wood!
Therefore doth the Lord, the Lord of Hosts, Send among his
fat ones leanness, And under his honour He kindleth a burning As the burning of
And the light of Israel hath been for a fire, And his Holy
One for a flame, And it hath burned, and devoured his thorn And his brier in one
And the honour of his forest, and his fruitful field, From
soul even unto flesh He doth consume, And it hath been as the fainting of a
And the rest of the trees of his forest are few, And a
youth doth write them.
And it hath come to pass, in that day, The remnant of
Israel, And the escaped of the house of Jacob, Do not add any more to lean on
its smiter, And have leant on Jehovah, The Holy One of Israel, in truth.
A remnant returneth -- a remnant of Jacob, Unto the Mighty
For though thy people Israel be as the sand of the sea, A
remnant doth return of it, A consumption determined, Overflowing with
For a consumption that is determined, The Lord, Jehovah of
Hosts, Is making in the midst of all the land.
Therefore, thus said the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, 'Be not
afraid, my people, inhabiting Zion, because of Asshur, With a rod he doth smite
thee, And his staff lifteth up against thee, in the way of Egypt.
For yet a very little, And the indignation hath been
completed, And Mine anger by their wearing out.
And awaking for him is Jehovah of Hosts, A scourge like the
smiting of Midian at the rock Oreb, And his rod is over the sea, And he
hath lifted it in the way of Egypt.
And it hath come to pass, in that day, Turned is his burden
from off thy shoulder, And his yoke from off thy neck, And destroyed hath been
the yoke, because of prosperity.
He hath come in against Aiath, He hath passed over into
Migron, At Michmash he looketh after his vessels.
They have gone over the passage, Geba they have made a
lodging place, Trembled hath Rama, Gibeah of Saul fled.
Cry aloud with thy voice, daughter of Gallim, Give
attention, Laish! answer her, Anathoth.
Fled away hath Madmenah, The inhabitants of the high places
have hardened themselves.
Yet to-day in Nob to remain, Wave its hand doth the mount of
the daughter of Zion, The hill of Jerusalem.
Lo, the Lord, Jehovah of Hosts, Is lopping a branch with
violence, And the high of stature are cut down, And the lofty are become low,
And He hath gone round the thickets of the forest with iron,
And Lebanon by a mighty one falleth!