And left is the Daughter of Zion, Like a hut in a vineyard, - Like a lodge in a gourd-plot Like a city besieged.

If, Yahweh of hosts, had not left us a very small remnant, Like Sodom, had we become, Gomorrah, had we resembled.

Come, I pray you, and let us settle the disputer Saith Yahweh, - Though your sins be found like scarlet, As snow, shall they be made white, Though they appear red like crimson, As wool, shall they become.

Therefore hast thou abandoned thy people the house of Jacob, Because they have become full of the And use hidden arts like the Philistines, - And with the children of foreigners, strike hands; -

The show of their face, hath answered against them, And their sin - like Sodom, have they told, they have not concealed it. Alas for their souls! For they have requited to themselves, calamity.

Therefore, As a tongue of fire, eateth up straw, And a flame reduceth, dry grass, to powder, Their root, like rottenness, shall become, And their blossom, like dust shall ascend, - Because they refused the law of Yahweh of hosts, And the utterance of the Holy One of Israel, they despised.

Whose arrows, are sharpened, and all his bows, bent, - The hoofs of his horses, like flint, are accounted, And, his wheels, are like a storm-wind:

A roar, hath he, like a lioness, - He will roar like wild lions - And will growl, and lay hold on prey, and carry into safety, and there be none to deliver.

Yea he will growl at him in that day, like the growling of the sea, - Though he look hard for the land, lo! the darkness of distress, Yea the light, hath grown dark in its clouds!

Yet still shall there be in it a tenth, Though it again be consumed, - Like an oak and like a terebinth Which when felled, have a stock in them, A holy seed, shall be the stock thereof. Courage.

For, thus, spake Yahweh unto me like a firm grasp of the hand, - when he admonished me, not to walk in the way of this people, saying:

And unto the land, shall they look hard, And lo! distress and darkness, the gloom of anguish, driven away!

For there is no gloom to her who had been in anguish, In the former time, he brought into dishonour The land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, In the latter time, hath he brought into honour The Lake-way over the Jordan, Galilee of the nations.

For lawlessness, hath consumed like fire, Briars and thorns, doth it devour, - Yea it hath kindled upon the thickets of the forest, And they have rolled up as a column of smoke.

Is not, Calno, like Carchemish? Is not, Hamath, like Arpad? Is not, Samaria, like Damascus?

Therefore, shall the Lord, Yahweh of hosts, Send, among his fat ones, leanness, And under his glory, shall he kindle a kindling, like the kindling of fire;

And the glory of his forest and of his garden land, both soul and body, shall it bring to an end, - And it shall be like the wasting away of a consumptive.

For though thy people, O Israel shall be as the sand of the sea, A mere remnant, shall return of them, - A full end decreed, bringeth in, justice, like a flood;

And Yahweh of hosts, will brandish over him, a scourge - Like the smiting of Midian at the rock Oreb, - And his staff being over the sea, He will lift it up in the manner of Egypt;

And the cow, with the bear shall find pasture, Together, shall their young ones, lie down, - And, the lion, like the ox, shall eat straw;

So shall there be a highway for the remnant of his people who shall be left out of Assyria, - Like as it was to Israel, in the day that he came up out of the land of Egypt!

And they shall be in distress - Writhings and pains, shall lay hold, As a woman in childbirth, shall they be in pangs, - Everyone, at his neighbour, shall look in amazement, Faces of flames, their faces!

And it shall be - Like a gazelle that is chased, And like a sheep with none to lift it up, - Each, to his own people, will they turn, And, each, to his own land, will they flee:

All of them, answer, and say to thee, - Thou too, made strengthless, as we! Unto us, art thou like!

Who made the world like a desert And its cities, brake down? Its prisoners, he loosed not. Bach one to his home.

But, thou, art flung out from thy grave, Like a scion detested, Beshrouded with slain, the pierced of the sword, Like a carcase trod underfoot:

Mine own heart, for Moab continueth to make outcry, Her fugitive, as far as Zoar, is like a heifer of three years; For the accent of Luhith, with weeping, they ascend, For by the way of Horonaim - an outcry of destruction, they excite;

Yet shall it be that - Like wandering birds from a nest cast forth, Shall be the daughters of Moab, at the fords of Amen.

For this cause, mine inward parts - for Moab, like a lyre, shall make a plaintive sound, - Yea what is within me, for Kir-heres.

Then shall the fortress cease from Ephraim, And the kingdom from Damascus and the remnant of Syria, - Like the glory of the sons of Israel, shall they be, - Declareth Yahweh of hosts.

In that day, shall the son of earth look to him that made him, - And his eyes unto the Holy One of Israel, be turned;

And he shall not look unto the altars the work of his own hands, - Nor to what his own fingers have made, shall his eye be turned, Whether Sacred Stems or Sun-pillars.

In that day, shall his fortified cities become Like a neglected bough and a topmost branch, Which they neglected because of the sons of Israel, - So shall there be desolation.

Alas! the booming of many peoples, Like the booming of the seas, shall they boom, - And the rushing of nations! Like the rushing of mighty waters, shall they rush.

Though nations like the rushing of many waters, shall rush, Yet shall one rebuke him, And he shall flee far away, - And be chased As the chaff of the mountains before a wind, And as whirling stubble before a storm!

All ye inhabitants of the world And ye, that dwell in the earth, - When there is lifted up an ensign on the mountains, Ye shall look, And when there is blown a horn, Ye shall hearken.

For, thus, said Yahweh unto me, - I must be quiet I must look on in my fixed place of abode, - Like a bright heat on the light, Like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.

In that day, shall Egypt be like unto women, - And shall start and tremble because of the brandishing of the hand of Yahweh of hosts, which he is about to brandish over it.

For this cause, I said - Look away from me, Bitterly, will I weep, - Do not press to comfort me,

He will, toss, thee, with a toss, like a ball, into a country wide on both hands, - There, shalt thou die, And there shall thy glorious chariots be the contempt of the house of thy lord.

Like the report of Egypt, They shall be in pangs at the like report of Tyre.

When, thus, it shall be in the earth in the midst of the peoples, There shall be like the shaking of an olive-tree, like the going round to pick when closed is the harvest.

The earth staggereth - staggereth like a drunken man, And rocketh to and fro like a night-hut, - So shall be heavy upon her, her transgression, And she shall fall and not again rise.

For thou didst become A refuge to the weak. A refuge to the needy, when distress was upon him, - A shelter from the storm. A shade from the heat, When the blast of tyrants was like a storm against a wall.

For the hand of Yahweh will settle down in this mountain, - Then shall Moab be trodden down in its place, Like the treading down of a strawheap in the water of a dunghill;

Like as a woman with child - Draweth near to giving birth, Is in pain, Crieth out in her pangs So, were we before thee, O Yahweh; -

Therefore hereby, shall a propitiatory - covering be put over the iniquity of Jacob, And all, this, is the fruit of taking away his sin, - When he maketh all the stones of an altar like chalk-stones that soon crumble, Sacred Stems and Sun Images, shall not arise.

Lo! My Lord hath one who is, strong and bold, Like a storm of hail, a destroying tempest, Like a storm of mighty waters overflowing, Hath he thrust it down to the earth with force:

So shall his fading wreath of majestic beauty, Which is on the head of the fertile valley, become - Like the first-ripe fig before fruit-harvest, Which when he that looketh upon it seeth while it is yet in his hand, he swalloweth it up.

And it shall be like the dream of a night vision, With the multitude of all the nations who have been making war against Ariel, - Even with all who have been making war against her and her stronghold and who have been laying siege to her;

Your perverseness! As if like clay, the potter could he reckoned; For shall, the thing made say of him that made it, he made me not? Or hath the thing fashioned ever said of him that fashioned it, He hath no understanding.

Lo! the Name of Yahweh, coming in from afar, His anger kindling, A heavy storm, - His lips, are full of indignation, And, his tongue, is like a fire that devoureth;

And, his breath like an overflowing torrent, even unto the neck, doth reach, To sift nations with a sieve of calamity, - A bridle leading to ruin, being upon the jaws of the peoples.

For there hath been set in order, beforehand a Topheth, Yea, the same, for the king, hath been prepared He hath made it deep - made it large, - The circumference thereof is for fire and wood in abundance, the breath of Yahweh, like a torrent of brimstone, is ready to kindle it.

For Thus, hath Yahweh said unto me - Like as a lion or a young lion growleth over his prey. Who - though there be called out against him a multitude of shepherds - Will not at their voice, be dismayed, Nor, at their noise, be daunted, So, will Yahweh of hosts come down, to make war over Mount Zion, and over the hill thereof.

Ye shall conceive chaff Ye shall bring forth stubble, - Your own breath, like fire, shall devour you.

Look thou on Zion, the city of our appointed feast, - Thine own eyes, shall see Jerusalem - A home of comfort A tent which shall not be packed up - Whose pins shall not be pulled out, for ever, And none of, whose cords, shall be broken.

Then shall be dissolved all the host of the heavens, And the heavens shall roll up as a scroll, - Yea, all their host, shall fade - Like the fading and falling of a leaf from a vine, and Like what fadeth and falleth from a fig-tree.

Then shall the glowing sand, become a lake, And thirsty ground - springs of water, - In the home of the wild dog - its lair, Shall he an enclosure for cane and paper - reed.

Until I come and take you, into A land like your own land, - A land of corn and new wine, A land of bread and vineyards: -

My dwelling, hath been broken up. And is stripped from me, like a shepherds tent, - I have roiled up - as a weaver - my life From the loom, doth he cut me off, From day until night, I said - Thou wilt finish me.

I cried out, until morning, like a lion, Thus, will he break all my bones! From day until night, Thou wilt finish me!

A voice saying Cry! And one said - What should I cry? All flesh, is grass, And, all the grace thereof, like the flower of the field:

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;

Who delivereth dignitaries to nothingness, - Judges of earth, like a desolation, hath he made:

But, they who wait for Yahweh, shall renew their strength, They shall mount on strong pinion like eagles, - They shall run and not grew weary, They shall walk and not faint.

Who roused up one from the East, In righteousness, called him to his feet, - Set before him nations And over kings, caused him to rule, His sword, made them like dust, His bow like driven chaff:

Do not fear, for with thee, I am! Look not around, for, I, am thy God, - I have emboldened thee, Yea I have helped thee, Yea I have upheld thee with my righteous right-hand.

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:

I will open, On bare hills rivers, and In the midst of plains, fountains, - I will make The desert, a lake of water, and Parched land, springs of water;

So I look, And there is not, a Man! Even among these And there is none to advise, - That, when I ask them, can answer a word.

Ye deaf hear! And ye blind look around that ye may see, Who is blind if not my Servant? Or deaf, like, my messenger whom I send?

Who is, blind, like an intimate friend? Or blind like the Servant of Yahweh?

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!

Who then, like me, can call, and declare it, and order it, for me, Seeing that I appointed an age-abiding people, - Or things yet to be, and that shall come to pass, Let them declare on their part.

And no one reflecteth - There is neither knowledge nor discernment - to say, Half thereof, have I burned up in the fire Moreover also I have baked, on the coals thereof, breed, I roasted flesh, and have been eating, - And of the remainder thereof, an abomination, shall I make? And, to a log of wood, shall I pay adoration?

To whom can ye liken me or make me equal? Or compare me, and we be like?

Remember ye the things named in advance from age-past times, - For, I, am, The Mighty One, and there is none else, The Adorable and there is none like me!

Take millstones, and grind meal, - Put back thy veil - tuck up thy train Bare the leg, wade through streams:

Oh! that thou hadst hearkened to my commandments, - Then had been, like a river, thy prosperity, And, thy righteousness, like the waves of the sea:

Then had been, like the sand, thy seed, And, the offspring of thy body, like the grains thereof, - Neither cut off nor destroyed had been his name from before me.

And he made my mouth, like a sharp sword, In the shadow of his hand, he concealed me, - And made of me a polished arrow, In his quiver, he hid me;

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.

Because, My Lord, Yahweh, would help me, Therefore was I not deterred by insult, - Therefore did I set my face like flint, And I knew that I should not be put to shame.

Hearken unto me, Ye that pursue righteousness, Ye that seek Yahweh, - Look well unto the rock whence ye were hewn, And unto the quarry whence ye were digged:

Look well unto Abraham your father, And unto Sarah who gave you birth, - For he was, alone, when called I him, And, I blessed him that I might make him, many.

For Yahweh hath comforted Zion, He hath comforted all her waste places, And hath made her wilderness like Eden, And her waste plain like the garden of Yahweh, - Joy and gladness, shall be found in her, Thanksgiving, and the voice of melody.

Lift up - to the heavens - your eyes, And look around to the earth beneath Though, the heavens, like smoke, should have vanished And, the earth, like a garment, should fall to pieces, And, her inhabitants, in like manner, should die, Yet, my salvation, unto times age-abiding, shall continue, And, my righteousness, shall not be broken down.

For like a garment, shall they be eaten of the moth, And like wool, shall they he eaten of the larva; But, my righteousness, unto times age-abiding shall continue, And, my salvation, unto the remotest generation.

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.

Despised was he, and forsaken of men, Man of pains and familiar with sickness, - Yea, like one from whom the face is hidden, Despised, and we esteemed him not.

We all, like sheep, had gone astray, Every man - to his way, had we burned, - And Yahweh! caused to light upon him The guilt of, us all!

For, like a wife forsaken and grieved in spirit, hath Yahweh caned thee, - Even the wife of youthful days, in that thou wast rejected saith thy God.

Come ye! I will fetch wine Let us fill ourselves with strong drink, - And like this day, shall, to-morrow be - Great beyond measure!

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

Cry aloud, do not spare, Like a horn, lift high thy voice, - And declare To my people, heir transgression, and To the house of Jacob their sins.

Yet, me - day by day, do they seek, And in the knowledge of my ways, they delight, - Like a nation that had done righteousness, And the justice of their God, had not forsaken They ask of me the just regulations, In approaching God, they delight.

Like this, shall the fast be that I choose, A day for the son of earth to humble his soul? Is it to bow down as a rush his head, And sackcloth and ashes, to spread out? Is it, this, thou wilt call a fast, Or a day of acceptance with Yahweh?

Then will Yahweh guide thee continually, And will satisfy, even in scorched regions thine own soul, Yea Shy very bones, will he invigorate, - So shall thou become like a garden well - watered, And like a spring of water whose waters do not deceive;