Terror-stricken in Zion, - are sinners, Shuddering hath seized the impious, - Who among us can sojourn with a fire that devoureth? Who among us can sojourn with burnings age-abiding?

Loosed are thy ropes, - They cannot strengthen the socket of their mast They have not unfurled a sail Now, can be apportioned spoil, in abundance, The lame, have captured prey!

Her nobles (but none, are, there)! unto royalty, will call, - All, all her princes, shall become nought.

I have said sayest thou - they are only words of the lips - Counsel and might have I for the war, - Now, upon whom dost thou trust, that thou hast rebelled against me?

Then said Eliakim, and Shebna, and Joah, unto Rabshakeh - Speak we pray thee unto thy servants in the Syrian language, for we, can, understand, it, - and do not speak unto us in the Jews language, in the ears of the people who are upon the wall.

But Rabshakeh said - Is it unto thy lord and unto thee, that my lord hath sent me, to speak these things? Is it not concerning the men who are tarrying upon the wall, that they may eat and drink what cometh from them, with you?

Where are the gods of Hamath and Arpad, Where are the gods of Sepharvaim? If indeed they had only delivered Samaria, out of my hand!

Who are they, among all the gods of these countries that have delivered their country out of my hand? That, Yahweh, should deliver, Jerusalem, out of my hand!

and they said unto him, Thus, saith Hezekiah, A day of distress and rebuke and reviling, is this day, - For children are come to the birth, and, strength, is there none to bring forth.

Lo! days are coming, when all that is in thy house, and that which thy fathers have treasured up until this day, shall be carried away unto Babylon, - nothing, shall be left, Saith Yahweh.

Like a shepherd, his flock, will he tend, In his own arm, will he take up the lambs, And in his own bosom, will he carry them , - Them which are with young, will he lead to a place of rest.

Lo! nations, Are us a drop on a bucket, And as fine dust on a balance, are accounted, - Lo! islands, like an atom, can he hoist;

All nations, are as nothing before him, - A thing of nought or a waste, are they accounted unto him?

It is he who sitteth upon the circle of the earth, While the inhabitants thereof are, as grass-hoppers, - Who stretcheth forth, as a curtain, the heavens, And spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in;

Who hath wrought and performed, Calling the generations, in advance? I, Yahweh, who am First, And with them who are last, I, am the Same!

Coastlands have seen, so they fear, The ends of the earth, are in dread, - They have drawn near, and have come:

Tell ye the events which shall be here-after, That we may perceive that gods, ye are, - Surely ye must do something - good or bad, That we may be amazed and behold it, at once.

Lo! ye, are, of nought, And your work is a puff of breath, - An abomination, he that chooseth you!

He who is First, can say , To Zion, Lo! there they are! And to Jerusalem, A herald of good-tidings, do I give.

Lo! as to all of them, Vanity - nothingness, are their works, Wind and emptiness, their molten images!

To open eyes that are blind, - To bring forth Out of the dungeon the captive Out of the prison, the dwellers in darkness.

They have drawn back They turn very pale Who have been trusting in a graven image, - Who have been saying to a molten image, Ye, are our gods!

All the nations, are gathered together Yea there is an assembling of peoples, Who among them, can tell this, And things in advance, can let us hear? Let them set forth their witnesses that they may get their right, Or let them hear, and say Truth!

Ye, are my witnesses Declareth Yahweh, And my Servant, whom I have chosen, - That ye may take note - and believe me, And perceive that, I, am He, Before me, was not formed a GOD, Nor after me, shall one come into being:

I, have told - and will save, and make known, That there is among you no strange one; And, ye, are my witnesses, Declareth Yahweh That, I, am GOD.

Who bringeth forth Chariot and horse, Force and strength, Together, shall they he down They shall not arise, They are extinguished Like a wick, are they quenched!

Do not ye dread, nor yet be alarmed, Have I not from olden time, told thee and declared? So that, ye, are my witnesses, - Whether there is a GOD besides me? Or is no Rock - I knew of none!

The fashioners of an image - all of them, are emptiness, And, the things they delight in, cannot profit, - And, their, witnesses, they, neither see nor know, That they may be ashamed.

Lo! all his partners, turn pale, Even, the artificers themselves, are of the sons of earth, - Let them gather themselves together - all of them. Let them take their stand, Let them dread, and turn pale, together!

Not in secret, have I spoken In a place of the earth that is dark, - I have not said unto the seed of Jacob, In a waste, seek ye me, - I, am Yahweh, Speaking the thing that is right, Declaring the things that are just.

Bel, hath crouched, Nebo, is cowering, Their images, are delivered up to beast and to cattle, - The things ye carried about, are become a load, A burden, to the weary!

Hearken unto me, Ye valiant of heart, - Who are far away from righteousness:

Now, are they created, and not in time past, And, before to-day, thou hadst not heard of them, - Lest thou shouldest say, Lo! I knew them!

Saying To them who are hound Go forth, To them who are in darkness, Shew yourselves, - By the roads, shall they graze, And on all bare places, shall be their pasture:

Lo! on the palms of my hands, have portrayed thee, - Thy walls are before me continually.

In haste are thy sons, - They who have been tearing thee down and laying thee waste, out of thee, let them go forth!

Twain, are the things befalling thee, Who will lament for thee? Wasting and destruction and f famine and sword By whom shall I comfort thee?

Thy sons, have fainted, They lie at the head of all the streets like a gazelle in a net, - Who, indeed, are full of The indignation of Yahweh The rebuke of thy God.

How beautiful, upon the mountains are the feet - Of him That bringeth good tidings, That publisheth peace, That bringeth good tidings of blessing, That publisheth salvation, - That saith unto Zion, Thy God, hath become king.

Away! away! come, forth from thence! - Nought unclean, may ye touch, - Come forth out of her midst, Purify yourselves, ye who are to carry the vessels of Yahweh;

Shout in triumph, O barren one, Who hadst not borne, - Break forth into shouts of triumph - and trill thy voice, Who hadst not travailed in birth, For, more, are the children of the Desolate Than the children of Her who had the husband, Saith Yahweh.

For, my thoughts, are not, your thoughts, Nor, your ways, my ways, - Declareth Yahweh.

For, higher, are the heavens than the earth, - So, higher, are My ways than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts.

His watchmen, are blind None of them, know, All of them, are dumb dogs, they cannot bark, - Dreaming, sleeping, loving to slumber.

And, the dogs, are greedy they know not to be satisfied. Yea, they, are shepherds who know not to discern, - All of them unto their own way, have turned, Every man to his unjust gain, on every hand:

Against whom would ye disport yourselves? Against whom would ye widen the mouth and lengthen the tongue, - Are not, ye, Children of transgression, A Seed of falsehood.

Among the smooth stones of the torrent - valley, is thy portion. They, they, are thy lot; Even to them, hast thou Poured out a drink-offering. Caused to ascend a gift. Over these things, can I cease to grieve?

For, thus, saith he that is high and lifted up - Inhabiting futurity, And, holy, is his name: A high and holy place, will I inhabit, Also with the crushed and lowly in spirit, To revive the spirit of the lowly, and To revive the heart of them who are crushed; -

But, the lawless, are like the sea when tossed, - For, rest, it cannot! But its waters toss out mire and dirt.

For, your hands, are defiled with blood, And, your fingers, with iniquity, - Your lips, have spoken falsehood, and Your tongue, muttereth, perversity.

None, sueth in righteousness, and None, pleadeth in faithfulness, - Men are trusting in confusion, And speaking vanity, Conceiving wickedness And bringing forth iniquity:

Their thread, shall not become a garment, Neither shall they cover themselves with their fabrics, - Their fabrics, are fabrics of iniquity, Yea the product of violence is in their hands;

Their feet, to mischief, do run, And they speed to shed innocent blood, - Their devices, are devices of iniquity, Wasting and destruction, are in their high roads;

For our transgressions have multiplied before thee, And flour sins have witnessed against us, - For, our transgressions, are with us, And as for our iniquities, we acknowledge them:

So shall come in for Zion, a Redeemer, Even for such as are turning from transgression in Jacob, - Declareth Yahweh.

Who are these that, As a cloud, do fly? and, As doves to their cotes?

The spirit of My Lord Yahweh, is upon me, - Because Yahweh Hath anointed me to tell good tidings to the oppressed, lath sent me to bind up the broken-hearted, To proclaim To captives, liberty, To them who are bound, the opening of the prison;

To proclaim - The year of acceptance of Yahweh, and The day of avenging of our God: To comfort all who are mourning;

Then shall be known among the nations, their seed, And, their offspring, in the midst of the peoples, - A who see them, shall acknowledge them, That, they, are the seed that Yahweh hath blessed.

Therefore he said - Surely my people, they are, Sons, they will not act falsely! So he became their saviour.

Look thou down, out of the heavens and see, Out of the high abode of thy holiness and of thy majesty, - Where are thy jealousy, and thy mighty deeds? The resounding of thy yearning affection, and thy compassions towards me, are they restrained?

But, now, O Yahweh, our father, thou art, - We are the clay, and, thou, art our potter, Yea the work of thy hand, are we all:

Do not be indignant, O Yahweh so very greatly, Neither perpetually, do thou recall iniquity, - Lo! look around, we pray thee -- thy people, are, we all.

Our holy and our beautiful house Where our fathers praised thee, Hath become a conflagration, - And, all our delightful places, are in ruins!

The people who are provoking me to anger to my face continually, - Sacrificing in gardens, and Burning incense upon bricks;

Who say - Draw near by thyself, Do not approach with me, For I am holier than thou! These, are A smoke in my nostrils, A fire, burning all the day.

But, ye are they - Who forsake Yahweh Who forget my holy mountain - Who prepare, for Fortune, a table and Who fill for Destiny, mixed wine;

So that he who blesseth himself in the earth, Will bless himself in the God of faithfulness, And he who sweareth in the earth Will swear by the God of faithfulness - Because the former troubles have been forgotten, and Because they are hid from mine eyes.

And it shall come to pass - That before they call, I, will answer, And while yet they are speaking, I, will hear.

Thus, saith Yahweh, The, heavens, are my throne, and The earth, is my footstool: Where then is the house which ye can build me? Or where is my place of rest?

For lo! Yahweh, with fire, doth come, And like a storm-wind, are his chariots, - To render with fury, his anger, And his rebuke with flames of fire.

Then will I set among them, a sign, And will send, of them such as have escaped unto the nations - Tarshish Pul and Lud that draw the bow, Tubal and Javan, - The Coastlands that are afar off, Who have not heard my fame Nor seen my glory, And they shall tell my glory throughout the nations.

For, as the new heavens and the new earth, which I am about to make, are to remain before me, Declareth Yahweh, So, shall remain your seed and your name.

Where then are thy gods which thou hast made for thyself? Let them arise, if they can save thee in the time of thy calamity, - For according to the number of thy cities, have become thy gods O Judah.

Lo! like clouds, shall he come up, Even as a storm-wind, his chariots, Swifter than eagles, his horses, - Woe to us for we are laid waste!

Put ye in mind the nations Lo! publish ye against Jerusalem, Blockaders! are coming in from a land afar off, - And have uttered against the cities of Judah their voice:

Breach upon breach, they cry, For ruined, is all the land, - Suddenly, are ruined my tents, In a moment, my curtains!

Surely, perverse, is my people Me, have they not known, Foolish sons, they are, Yea without understanding, they are: Wise, they are to commit wickedness, But how to do well, they know not!

O Yahweh! thine own eyes, are they not directed to fidelity? Thou hast smitten them Yet have they not grieved, Thou hast consumed them - They have refused to receive correction, - They have made their faces bolder than a cliff, They have refused to return.

And, I, said, - Only, poor people, are they, - They act foolishly, For they know not the way of Yahweh, the justice of their God!

For this cause, hath the lion out of the forest smitten them, The wolf of the waste plains, preyeth upon them, The leopard, is keeping watch over their cities, Every one that goeth out from thence, is torn in pieces, - For they have multiplied their transgressions, Numerous are their apostasies.

Its quiver, is like an open sepulchre, - They all, are heroes:

As, a cage, is full of birds, So, are, their houses, full of unrighteous gain, - For this cause, have they become great and waxen rich:

Like the casting forth by a wall of its waters, So, hath she cast forth her wickedness, - Violence and destruction, are heard in her, Before my face, continually, are suffering and smiting.

Were they led to turn pale because an abominable thing, they had done! Nay! they did not, at all turn pale, Nay! they did not so much as know how, to exhibit shame, Therefore, shall they fall among them who are falling, In the time when I punish them, shall they be overthrown, Saith Yahweh.

What then is it to me that - Frankincense from Shebah come in, or Sweet cane from a land afar off? Your own ascending-offerings, are not acceptable, Nor are, your sacrifices, pleasing to me.

We have heard the report thereof, Relaxed are our hands, - Anguish, hath taken hold on us, Pangs, as on her that is giving birth.

They all, are rebels of rebels, Slander-walkers They are bronze and iron! As for them all, corrupters, they are!

Scorched are the bellows, By fire, is lead wont to be, consumed, - In vain, hath he gone on refining, For the wicked, have not been drawn out:

Rejected silver, are they called, For, Yahweh, hath rejected them.

Stand thou in the gate of the house of Yahweh, and thou shalt proclaim there this word, - and shalt say - Hear ye the word of Yahweh all Judah ye who are entering in at these gates, to bow down unto Yahweh:

Do not, on your part trust in false words, saying, - The temple of Yahweh The temple of Yahweh, The temple of Yahweh they are!

Lo! ye, on your part, are trusting in false words, - To no profit!

Are ye to steal, commit murder and commit adultery, and swear falsely, and burn incense unto Baal, - and walk after other gods whom ye have not known;

Therefore will I do to the house Whereon my Name hath been called Wherein, ye, are trusting, Even to the place which I gave to you and to your fathers, - Just as I did unto Shiloh;

Dost thou not see what, they, are doing In the cities of Judah, - and In the streets of Jerusalem?

Is it me, they are provoking? Enquireth Yahweh, - Is it not themselves, - unto the shame of their own faces?

Wherefore, Thus, saith My Lord Yahweh - Lo! mine anger and mine indignation, are about to be poured out upon this place, On man and on beast, and On the tree of the field and On the fruit of the ground, - And it shall burn and shall not be quenched.

Therefore, lo! days are coming, Declareth Yahweh, When it shall not be called any more - The Topheth, nor The valley of Ben-hinnom, but The valley of Slaughter, - And they shall bury in Topheth, for want of place;

How can ye say, Wise, are, we, And the law of Yahweh, is with us? But indeed lo! falsely, hath dealt the false pen of the scribes!