Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
And the sons of strangers shall build up thy walls, and their kings shall minister unto thee: for in my wrath I smote thee, but in my favour have I had mercy on thee.
Then shall strangers stay and feed your flocks, - And, the sons of the foreigner, shall be your plowmen and your vinedressers.
And of them also, will I take for priests - for Levites, saith Yahweh,
And, they who are afar off, shall come in and shall build at the temple of Yahweh, so shall yea know that, Yahweh of hosts, hath sent me unto you, - and it shall come to pass if ye will, indeed hearken, unto the voice of Yahweh your God.
So shall nations come to thy light, And kings to the brightness of thy dawning.
And, kings, shall be, thy foster-fathers. And their queens, thy nursing mothers, With face to the ground, shall they bow down to thee, The dust of thy feet, shall they lick, - So shalt thou know that, I, am Yahweh, In that, they shall not be put to shame, Who were waiting for me.
In the first year of Cyrus the king, Cyrus the king, issued an edict, as to the house of God in Jerusalem, Let the house be built, the place where they used to offer sacrifices, and let the foundations thereof be reared, - the height thereof, sixty cubits, the breadth thereof, sixty cubits;
Artaxerxes, king of kings, Unto Ezra the priest, scribe of the law of the God of the heavens - To despatch and so forth.
Then said I unto the king, If, unto the king, it seemeth good, may, letters, be given me, unto the pashas Beyond the River, - that they may convey me over, until I come into Judah;
And the nations, shall walk, through her light; and, the kings of the earth, do bring their glory into it,
In my wrath
Thou shalt say, therefore, in that day, I will praise thee, O Yahweh! Though thou hast been angry with me, Thine anger turneth back. And thou dost comfort me.
For a small moment, I forsook thee, - But, with abounding compassions, do I embrace thee:
Because of his iniquitous gain, was I wroth - and smote him Hiding myself that I might be wroth, - But he went on turning aside in the way of his own heart.
For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning, -- tis a Shout of Triumph!