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JesajaLuku 10

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Woe to those who enact unjust decrees, to the scribes who keep writing oppression,
to turn the needy away from justice and rob the poor of my people of their rights, making widows their plunder and preying on the fatherless.
What will you do on the day of reckoning, when the storm comes from far away? To whom will you flee for help, and where will you leave your wealth?
Nothing remains but to crouch among the captives or fall among the slain. Yet for all this his anger has not turned away; his hand is still stretched out.
Woe to Assyria, the rod of my anger — the club in their hand is my fury!
I send him against a godless nation; I charge him against the people of my wrath, to seize spoil and carry off plunder, to trample them down like mud in the streets.
But this is not what he intends; this is not what his heart plans. His heart is set on destruction, on cutting off nations — and not a few.
For he says, "Are not my commanders all kings?
Is not Calno like Carchemish? Is not Hamath like Arpad? Is not Samaria like Damascus?
As my hand reached the kingdoms of idols, whose images outnumbered those of Jerusalem and Samaria —
shall I not do to Jerusalem and her images what I have done to Samaria and her idols?"
When the Lord has finished all his work on Mount Zion and in Jerusalem, he will punish the fruit of the arrogant heart of the king of Assyria and the haughty pride of his eyes.
For he says: "By the strength of my own hand I have done it, and by my wisdom, for I have understanding. I removed the boundaries of peoples and plundered their treasures; like a bull I brought down those who sat enthroned.
My hand found the wealth of the peoples as one finds a nest; as one gathers abandoned eggs, I gathered all the earth. Not a wing fluttered, not a beak opened to chirp."
Does the axe boast over the one who swings it, or the saw exalt itself above the one who wields it? As if a rod could brandish the one who lifts it, or a club could lift the one who is not wood!
Therefore the Lord, the LORD of hosts, will send a wasting sickness among his stout warriors, and beneath his glory a burning will be kindled, like the burning of fire.
The Light of Israel will become a fire, and his Holy One a flame; in a single day it will burn and devour his thorns and briers.
The glory of his forest and his fruitful land it will consume, soul and body alike, and it will be as when a sick man wastes away.
The remaining trees of his forest will be so few that a child could write them down.
On that day the remnant of Israel and the survivors of the house of Jacob will no longer lean on the one who struck them, but will lean in truth on the LORD, the Holy One of Israel.
A remnant will return, the remnant of Jacob, to the Mighty God.
For though your people Israel be like the sand of the sea, only a remnant of them will return. Destruction is decreed, overflowing with righteousness.
For the Lord, the LORD of hosts, will carry out the destruction that is decreed in the midst of all the earth.
Therefore the Lord, the LORD of hosts, says this: "My people who dwell in Zion, do not be afraid of Assyria, though he strikes you with the rod and lifts up his club against you as Egypt did.
For in a very little while my fury will be spent, and my anger will turn to their destruction.
The LORD of hosts will raise a whip against him, as when he struck Midian at the rock of Oreb; he will lift his staff over the sea as he did in Egypt.
On that day his burden will be lifted from your shoulder and his yoke from your neck, and the yoke will be broken because of the fat.^[The Hebrew of this last clause is obscure; literally "because of fatness" — probably the neck grown too strong and full for the yoke.]
He comes against Aiath, passes through Migron, stores his equipment at Michmash.
They cross the pass: "We will camp for the night at Geba." Ramah trembles; Gibeah of Saul has fled.
Cry aloud, daughter of Gallim! Listen, Laishah! Poor Anathoth!
Madmenah is in flight; the people of Gebim take cover.
This very day he will halt at Nob; he shakes his fist at the mount of the daughter of Zion, the hill of Jerusalem.
Look: the Lord, the LORD of hosts, will lop off the branches with terrifying power. The tallest trees will be cut down, and the lofty ones brought low.
He will cut down the thickets of the forest with iron, and Lebanon will fall before the Mighty One.
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