Harness the horses, and mount, ye horsemen, Stand forth in helmets, - Polish the lances, put on the coats of mail.
Son of man, Prophesy and thou shalt say, Thus saith My Lord, - Say, A sword! a sword! Sharpened moreover also furbished: To make a slaughter, is it sharpened, That it may flash as lightning, is it furbished. Or shall we flourish the royal rod of my son which despiseth every tree? It hath. however been given to be furbished that it may be grasped by the hand:The same is a sword sharpened. Yea the same, is furbished, Ready to be given into the hand of the slayer.
Thou, therefore, son of man Prophesy and say, thus, saith My Lord. Yahweh, As to the sons of Ammon and as to their reproach Yea thou shalt say. A sword! a sword! Drawn for slaughter, Furbished, that when it beginneth, it may flash like lightning;
As for Yahweh, - they shall be shattered who contend with him, Over him, in the heavens will he thunder, Yahweh, will judge the ends of the earth, - That he may give strength to his King, And exalt the horn of his Anointed One.
Without, shall the sword bereave, In the inmost recesses, terror, - To both young man and virgin, Suckling, with man of grey hairs.
And, the messenger who went to call Micaiah, spake unto him, saying, Lo! the words of the prophets, with one mouth, are good for the king, - be thy word then, I pray thee, like one of theirs, so wilt thou speak good. Then said Micaiah, - By the life of Yahweh, whatsoever my God shall say, that, must I speak. Now, when he came unto the king, the king said unto him, Micah, shall we go against Ramoth-gilead to battle, or shall I forbear? And he said, Go ye up and prosper, and may they be delivered into your hand. read more.
Then the king said unto him, How many times, must, I, be putting thee on oath, - that thou speak unto me nothing but the truth in the name of Yahweh? So he said, I saw all Israel, scattered upon the mountains, like sheep that have no shepherd,-and Yahweh said, No masters, have these! let them return every man unto his own house, in peace.
For thus, said my Lord Yahweh, the Holy One of Israel - By returning and resting, shall ye be saved, In keeping quiet and trusting, shall be your strength, - Howbeit ye would not! But ye said, - Nay! but on horses, will we flee For this cause, shall ye indeed flee, - And on the swift, will we ride, For this cause, swift, shall be your pursuers: One thousand, before the war-cry of one - before the war-cry of five, shall ye flee, - Until ye have been left, As a pole on the top of a mountain, And as an ensign upon a hill.
Therefore Thus saith My Lord Yahweh, As a vine-tree among the trees of the forest, which I have given up to the fire for fuel, so have I given up the inhabitants of Jerusalem. Therefore will I set my face against them, Out of one fire, have they come forth But another fire, shall devour them, - So shall ye know that, I, am Yahweh, by my setting my face against them; I will therefore give up the land as a desolation, - because they have committed treachery, Declareth My Lord., Yahweh.
Son of man, Prophesy and thou shalt say, Thus saith My Lord, - Say, A sword! a sword! Sharpened moreover also furbished: To make a slaughter, is it sharpened, That it may flash as lightning, is it furbished. Or shall we flourish the royal rod of my son which despiseth every tree? It hath. however been given to be furbished that it may be grasped by the hand:The same is a sword sharpened. Yea the same, is furbished, Ready to be given into the hand of the slayer. read more.
Make an outcry and howl son of man, For the same hath come against my people, the same is against all the princes of Israel,- Who are thrown to the sword with my people, Therefore smite thou upon thy thigh. For trial hath been made, What then, even though the royal rod despiseth, shall it not be? Demandeth My Lord. Yahweh. Thou, therefore, son of man, Prophesy, and smite thy hands together, And let the sword smite twice thrice the sword of the slain! the same is the great sword of the slain, that which hemmeth them in. That the heart may melt And the overthrow be multiplied at all their gates, I have recompensed a slaying by the sword: Surety it hath been made ready to flash like lightning, keen for slaughter. One firm stroke to the right. Turn to the left,- Whithersoever thine edge is directed, Yea even I myself, will smite my hands together, And will cause mine indignation to find rest, - Yahweh have spoken.