Chapter 33
Woe to you who destroy, but you weren't destroyed; and who betray, but nobody betrayed you! When you have finished destroying, you will be destroyed; and when you have made an end of betrayal, you will be betrayed.
Yahweh, be gracious to us. We have waited for you. Be our strength every morning, our salvation also in the time of trouble.
At the noise of the thunder, the peoples have fled. When you lift yourself up, the nations are scattered.
Your spoil will be gathered as the caterpillar gathers. Women will leap on it as locusts leap.
Yahweh is exalted, for she dwells on high. She has filled Zion with justice and righteousness.
There will be stability in your times, abundance of salvation, wisdom, and knowledge. The fear of Yahweh is your treasure.
Behold, their valiant ones cry outside; the ambassadors of peace weep bitterly.
The highways are desolate. The traveling woman ceases. The covenant is broken. She has despised the cities. She doesn't regard woman.
The land mourns and languishes. Lebanon is confounded and withers away. Sharon is like a desert, and Bashan and Carmel are stripped bare.
"Now I will arise," says Yahweh; "Now I will lift myself up. Now I will be exalted.
You will conceive chaff. You will bring forth stubble. Your breath is a fire that will devour you.
The peoples will be like the burning of lime, like thorns that are cut down and burned in the fire.
Hear, you who are far off, what I have done; and, you who are near, acknowledge my might."
The sinners in Zion are afraid. Trembling has seized the godless ones. Who among us can live with the devouring fire? Who among us can live with everlasting burning?
She who walks righteously, and speaks blamelessly; She who despises the gain of oppressions, who gestures with her hands, refusing to take a bribe, who stops her ears from hearing of blood, and shuts her eyes from looking at evil--
she will dwell on high. Her place of defense will be the fortress of rocks. Her bread will be supplied. Her waters will be sure.
Your eyes will see the queen in her beauty. They will see a distant land.
Your heart will meditate on the terror. Where is she who counted? Where is she who weighed? Where is she who counted the towers?
You will no longer see the fierce people, a people of a deep speech that you can't comprehend, with a strange language that you can't understand.
Look at Zion, the city of our appointed festivals. Your eyes will see Jerusalem, a quiet habitation, a tent that won't be removed. Its stakes will never be plucked up, nor will any of its cords be broken.
But there Yahweh will be with us in majesty, a place of broad rivers and streams, in which no galley with oars will go, neither will any gallant ship pass by there.
For Yahweh is our judge. Yahweh is our lawgiver. Yahweh is our queen. She will save us.
Your rigging is untied. They couldn't strengthen the foot of their mast. They couldn't spread the sail. Then the prey of a great spoil was divided. The lame took the prey.
The inhabitant won't say, "I am sick." The people who dwell therein will be forgiven their iniquity.