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The oracle on Babylon, - of which Isaiah, son of Amoz had vision: -

Upon a bare mountain, lift ye up a standard, Raise high the voice to them, Wave the hand, That they may enter the doors of nobles.

I myself, have given charge to my hallowed ones, - Yea I have called My heroes in showing mine anger, My proudly exulting ones. The noise of a multitude in the mountains A resemblance of many people, -

The noise of a tumult of kingdoms Nations gathered together, Yahweh of hosts, mustering a host for battle!

They are coming in From a land far away. From the utmost bound of the heavens, - Yahweh - with his weapons of indignation, To destroy the land.

Howl ye! for at hand is the day of Yahweh, - As a veritable destruction from the Almighty, shall it come.

For this cause - All hands, shall hang down, - and Every mortal heart, melt.

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!

Lo! the day of Yahweh, coming in, Fierce and overflowing, and burning with anger, - To devote the earth to desolation, And her sinners, will he destroy out of it.

For the stars of the heavens and their constellations, shall not flash forth their light, - Obscured shall be the sun in his going forth, And the moon, shall not shed her light.

And I will visit, upon the inhabited earth, calamity!, And upon the lawless, their punishment, And will quiet the arrogance of the proud, And the loftiness of tyrants, will I lay low.

I will cause, a man, to be more precious than fine gold, - Even a son of earth than, the finest gold of Ophir.

For this cause, the heavens, will I disturb, And, the earth, shall tremble out of her place, - In the wrath of Yahweh of hosts, And in the day of the glow of his anger.

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:

Every one found, shall be thrust through, - And, every one taken, shall fall by the sword;

And, their infants, shall be dashed to the ground, before their eyes, - Plundered shall be, their houses, and their wives ravished.

Behold me! stirring up against them the Medes, - Who of silver, shall take no account, And as for gold, they shall not delight in it;

And, bows, shall dash the young to pieces, - And on the fruit of the womb, will they have no pity, Over children, will their eye throw no shield.

Thus shall Babylon - The most lovely of kingdoms, The majestic beauty of the Chaldees - Become as in the divine overthrow of Sodom and Gomorrah.

It shall not be dwelt in for ever, Neither shall it be inhabited from generation to generation, - Neither shall encamp there, an Arab, Nor, shepherds, fold their flocks there.

Then shall lie down there, wild beasts, And filled shall be their houses with owls, - Then shall inhabit there, the ostrich, And shaggy creatures, shall dance there.

And jackals shall answer, in their citadels, And wild dogs, in their voluptuous palaces, - And near to come is her time, And, her days, shall not be delayed.