Verse 11

Then spake I: LORDE, how longe? he answered: vntil the cities be vtterly without inhabitours, and ye houses without men, till the lode be also desolate, and lye vnbuylded.

Referenced Verses

• Isa 1:7 : 7 Youre londe lieth waist, youre cities are brent vp, youre enemies deuoure youre londe, and ye must be fayne to stonde, and loke vpon it: and it is desolate, as it were with enemies in a batell.
• Isa 3:26 : 26 At that tyme shall their gates mourne and complayne, and they shal syt as desolate folck vpon the earth.
• Isa 24:1-9 : 1 Beholde, ye LORDE shal waist and plage the worlde, he shal make the face of the earth desolate, & scatre abrode ye inhabitours therof. 2 Then shal the prest be as the people, the master as the seruaunt, the dame like the mayde, the seller like the byer, he that ledeth vpon vsury, like him yt boroweth vpo vsury, the creditoure, as the detter. 3 Yee miserably shal ye worlde be waysted & clene destroyed. For ye LORDE hath so determed in himself. 4 The earth shalbe heuye and decaye: The face of ye earth shal perish & fal awaye, the proude people of ye worlde shal come to naught, 5 For ye earth is corrupte of hir indwellers. For why they haue offended ye lawe, chaunged the ordinauces, and made the euerlastinge testamet of none effecte, 6 And therfore shal the curse deuoure the earth: for they yt dwel thero, haue synned. wherfore they shalbe brent also, and those that remayne, shalbe very few. 7 The swete wyne shal mourne, the grapes shalbe weake, and all yt haue bene mery in harte, shal sighe. 8 The myrth of tabrettes shalbe layde downe, the chere of the ioyful shal ceasse, and the pleasure of lutes shal haue an ende: 9 there shal no more wyne bedronke with myrth, the beer shal be bytter to the that drinke it, 10 the wicked cities shalbe broken downe, all houses shalbe shut, that no man maye come in. 11 In the stretes shal there be lift vp a crie because of wyne, all mens chere shal vanish awaye, and all ioye of the earth shal passe. 12 Desolacion shal remayne in the cities, and the gates shalbe smytten with waistnesse.
• Lev 26:31 : 31 And youre cities wyll I make waist, and brynge youre churches to naught, and wyll not smell youre swete odoures.
• Ps 79:5 : 5 LORDE, how longe wilt thou be angrie? shal thy gelousy burne like fyre for euer?
• Ps 90:13 : 13 Turne the agayne (o LORDE) at the last, and be gracious vnto thy seruauntes.
• Ps 94:3 : 3 LORDE, how longe shal the vngodly, how longe shal the vngodly tryumphe?
• Ps 74:10 : 10 We se oure tokens nomore, there is not one prophet more, no not one that vnderstondeth enymore.