Why do you show me iniquity, and look at perversity? For destruction and violence are before me. There is strife, and contention rises up.

"Look, you scoffers, watch, and wonder marvelously, and perish; for I am working a work in your days, which you will not believe though it is told you.

For, behold, I raise up the Chaldeans, that bitter and hasty nation, that march through the breadth of the earth, to possess dwelling places that are not theirs.

They are feared and dreaded. Their judgment and their dignity proceed from themselves.

Their horses also are swifter than leopards, and are more fierce than the evening wolves. Their horsemen press proudly on. Yes, their horsemen come from afar. They fly as an eagle that hurries to devour.

Won't your debtors rise up suddenly, and wake up those who make you tremble, and you will be their victim?

You have devised shame to your house, by cutting off many peoples, and have sinned against your soul.

"Woe to him who gives his neighbor drink, pouring your inflaming wine until they are drunk, so that you may gaze at their naked bodies.

You are filled with shame, and not glory. You will also drink, and be exposed. The cup of the LORD's right hand will come around to you, and disgrace will cover your glory.

Woe to him who says to the wood, 'Awake.' or to the mute stone, 'Arise.' Shall this teach? Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver, and there is no breath at all in its midst.

LORD, I have heard of your fame. I stand in awe of your deeds, LORD. Renew your work in the midst of the years. In the midst of the years make it known. In wrath, you remember mercy.

His splendor is like the sunrise. Rays shine from his hand, where his power is hidden.

He stood, and shook the earth. He looked, and made the nations tremble. The ancient mountains were crumbled. The age-old hills collapsed. His ways are eternal.

Was the LORD displeased with the rivers? Was your anger against the rivers, or your wrath against the sea, that you rode on your horses, on your chariots of salvation?

You uncovered your bow. You called for your sworn arrows. Selah. You split the earth with rivers.

The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.

The sun and moon stood still in the sky, at the light of your arrows as they went, at the shining of your glittering spear.

You went forth for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of your anointed. You crushed the head of the land of wickedness. You stripped them head to foot. Selah.

You trampled the sea with your horses, churning mighty waters.

For though the fig tree doesn't flourish, nor fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive fails, the fields yield no food; the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls: