“Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the miracles that were done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented in sackcloth and ashes long ago!
“Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the miracles that were done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago, sitting in sackcloth and ashes!
Woe to the city of blood,
full of plunder,
never without prey.
About Moab, this is what the Lord of Hosts, the God of Israel, says:Woe to Nebo, because it is about to be destroyed;
Kiriathaim will be put to shame; it will be taken captive.
The fortress will be put to shame and dismayed!
Woe to you, Moab!
The people of Chemosh have perished
because your sons have been taken captive
and your daughters have gone into captivity.
Woe, you destroyer never destroyed,
you traitor never betrayed!
When you have finished destroying,
you will be destroyed.
When you have finished betraying,
they will betray you.
Woe to the wicked—it will go badly for them,
for what they have done will be done to them.
Woe to those who dream up wickedness
and prepare evil plans on their beds!
At morning light they accomplish it
because the power is in their hands.
Woe to him who builds a city with bloodshed
and founds a town with injustice!
Woe to him who dishonestly makes
wealth for his house
to place his nest on high,
to escape from the reach of disaster!
Won’t all of these take up a taunt against him,
with mockery and riddles about him?
They will say:Woe to him who amasses what is not his—
how much longer?—
and loads himself with goods taken in pledge.
Woe to him who says to wood: Wake up!
or to mute stone: Come alive!
Can it teach?
Look! It may be plated with gold and silver,
yet there is no breath in it at all.
Woe to the city that is rebellious and defiled,
the oppressive city!
Woe, inhabitants of the seacoast,
nation of the Cherethites!
The word of the Lord is against you,
Canaan, land of the Philistines:
I will destroy you until there is no one left.
Woe to those who are heroes at drinking wine,
who are fearless at mixing beer,
Woe to those who rise early in the morning
in pursuit of beer,
who linger into the evening,
inflamed by wine.
Woe to him who gives his neighbors drink,
pouring out your wrath
and even making them drunk,
in order to look at their nakedness!
Woe to those who add house to house
and join field to field
until there is no more room
and you alone are left in the land.
Woe for the one who builds his palace
his upper rooms through injustice,
who makes his fellow man serve without pay
and will not give him his wages,
Woe to those who call evil good
and good evil,
who substitute darkness for light
and light for darkness,
who substitute bitter for sweet
and sweet for bitter.
Woe to those enacting crooked statutes
and writing oppressive laws
Woe to those who drag wickedness
with cords of deceit
and pull sin along with cart ropes,
Woe to those who are wise in their own opinion
and clever in their own sight.
Woe to those who go to great lengths
to hide their plans from the Lord.
They do their works in darkness,
and say, “Who sees us? Who knows us?”
Woe to those who go down to Egypt for help
and who depend on horses!
They trust in the abundance of chariots
and in the large number of horsemen.
They do not look to the Holy One of Israel
and they do not seek the Lord’s help.
Woe to the world because of offenses. For offenses must come, but woe to that man by whom the offense comes.
He said to His disciples, “Offenses will certainly come, but woe to the one they come through!
The Son of Man will go just as it is written about Him, but woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would have been better for that man if he had not been born.”
For the Son of Man will go just as it is written about Him, but woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would have been better for that man if he had not been born.”
For the Son of Man will go away as it has been determined, but woe to that man by whom He is betrayed!”
“Woe to the one who argues with his Maker—
one clay pot among many.
Does clay say to the one forming it,
‘What are you making?’
Or does your work say,
‘He has no hands’?