Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
For thus saith the LORD of hosts, the God of Israel; The daughter of Babylon is like a threshingfloor, it is time to thresh her: yet a little while, and the time of her harvest shall come.
O thou My threshing! And the grain of my corn-floor! That which I have heard from Yahweh of hosts, the God of Israel, Have I declared, unto you.
Lo! I have made of thee a new pointed threshing sledge, owning teeth, - Thou shalt thresh mountains and crush them, And, hills - like chaff, shalt thou make:
Thus, saith Yahweh, Because of three transgressions of Damascus, and because of four, will I not turn it back, - Because, with threshing instruments of iron, they have threshed Gilead.
Arise and thresh, O daughter of Zion, for, thy horn, will I make to be iron, and, thy hoofs, will I make to he bronze, so shalt thou beat in pieces many peoples, - and shalt devote to Yahweh their unrighteous gain, and their substance, to the Lord of all the earth.
In wrath, dost thou stride through the land, - in anger, dost thou thresh the nations.
It is time to thresh her
And it shall come to pass - That, as the harvestman gathereth standing corn, And with his arm - the ears, he reapeth, Yea it shall come to pass - That, so, shall he be who gleaneth ears, in the vale of Rephaim;
For before harvest, when the bud is perfect, And, the blossom, becometh a ripening grape, Then will one cut down the twigs with pruning-hooks, And the tendrils, will he remove and cast down:
Judah too! a harvest is appointed for thee, - in that I will bring back the captivity of my people.
Thrust ye in the vintage knife, for, grown ripe, is the vintage, - Go in, tread down, for full is the winepress, flow over do the vats, for abundant is their wickedness.
Suffer both to grow together until the harvest, and at, harvest time, I will say unto the reapers, - Collect ye first, the darnel, and bind it into bundles, with a view to the burning it up; but, the wheat, be gathering it into my barn.
And, another messenger, came forth out of the sanctuary, crying out with a loud voice, unto him that was sitting upon the cloud - Thrust in thy sickle, and reap; because the hour to reap is come, because the harvest of the earth is ripe.