Isaiah 22:2
Full of stirs -- a noisy city -- an exulting city, Thy pierced are not pierced of the sword, Nor dead in battle.
Full of stirs -- a noisy city -- an exulting city, Thy pierced are not pierced of the sword, Nor dead in battle.
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1The burden of the Valley of Vision. What -- to thee, now, that thou hast gone up, All of thee -- to the roofs?
6Ye multiplied your wounded in this city, And filled its out-places with the wounded.
7Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Your wounded whom ye placed in its midst, They `are' the flesh, and it `is' the pot, And you he hath brought out from its midst.
21Lain on the earth `in' out-places have young and old, My virgins and my young men have fallen by the sword, Thou hast slain in a day of Thine anger, Thou hast slaughtered -- Thou hast not pitied.
25How is it not left -- the city of praise, The city of my joy!
26Therefore fall do her young men in her broad places, And all the men of war are cut off in that day, An affirmation of Jehovah of Hosts.
2For Thou didst make of a city a heap, Of a fenced city a ruin, A high place of strangers from `being' a city, To the age it is not built.
3Therefore honour Thee do a strong people, A city of the terrible nations feareth Thee.
25For instead of glory, thy men by sword do fall, And thy might in battle.
26And lamented and mourned have her openings, Yea, she hath been emptied, on the earth she sitteth!
3All thy rulers fled together from the bow, Bound have been all found of thee, They have been kept bound together, Afar off they have fled.
1Wo `to' the city of blood, She is all with lies -- burglary -- full, Prey doth not depart.
17And have lifted up for thee a lamentation, And said to thee: How hast thou perished, That art inhabited from the seas, The praised city, that was strong in the sea, She and her inhabitants, Who put their terror on all her inhabitants!
18Now they tremble, is it not the day of thy fall? Troubled have been the isles that `are' in the sea, at thine outgoing.
21How hath a faithful city become a harlot? I have filled it `with' judgment, Righteousness lodgeth in it -- now murderers.
15This `is' the exulting city that is dwelling confidently, That is saying in her heart, `I `am', and beside me there is none,' How hath she been for a desolation, A crouching-place for beasts, Every one passing by her doth hiss, He doth shake his hand!
4And fallen have the wounded in the land of the Chaldeans, And the pierced-through in her streets.
29From the voice of the horseman, And of him shooting with the bow, all the city is fleeing, They have come into thickets, And on cliffs they have gone up, All the city is forsaken, And there is no one dwelling in them.
30Therefore fall do her young men in her broad places, And all her men of war are cut off in that day, An affirmation of Jehovah.
7Is this your exulting one? From the days of old `is' her antiquity, Carry her do her own feet afar off to sojourn.
20In the midst of the pierced of the sword they fall, `To' the sword she hath been given, They drew her out, and all her multitude.
5they are coming in to fight with the Chaldeans, and to fill them with the carcases of men, whom I have smitten in Mine anger, and in My fury, and `for' whom I have hidden My face from this city, because of all their evil:
20Thy sons have been wrapt up, they have lain down, At the head of all out places, as a wild ox `in' a net, They are full of the fury of Jehovah, The rebuke of Thy God.
19And -- thou hast been cast out of thy grave, As an abominable branch, raiment of the slain, Thrust through ones of the sword, Going down unto the sons of the pit, As a carcase trodden down.
20Thou art not united with them in burial, For thy land thou hast destroyed, Thy people thou hast slain, Not named to the age is the seed of evil doers.
11With hoofs of his horses he treadeth all thine out-places, Thy people by sword he doth slay, And the pillars of thy strength to the earth come down.
8And many nations have passed by this city, And they have said, each to his neighbour, For what hath Jehovah done thus to this great city?
12Left in the city `is' desolation, And `with' wasting is the gate smitten.
1And He crieth in mine ears -- a loud voice -- saying, `Drawn near have inspectors of the city, and each his destroying weapon in his hand.'
15Clapped hands at thee have all passing by the way, They have hissed -- and they shake the head At the daughter of Jerusalem: `Is this the city of which they said: The perfection of beauty, a joy to all the land?'
12Because of enmity men do groan, And the soul of pierced ones doth cry, And God doth not give praise.
19`The Roebuck, O Israel, On thy high places `is' wounded; How have the mighty fallen!
15Thus said the Lord Jehovah to Tyre: Do not -- from the noise of thy fall, In the groaning of the wounded, In the slaying of the slaughter in thy midst, The isles shake?
32And lifted up for thee have their sons a lamentation, And they have lamented over thee, who `is' as Tyre? As the cut-off one in the midst of the sea?
23Whose graves are appointed in the sides of the pit, And her assembly is round about her grave, All of them wounded, falling by sword, Because they gave terror in the land of the living.
6Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: Wo `to' the city of blood, A pot whose scum `is' in it, And its scum hath not come out of it, By piece of it, by piece of it bring it out, Not fallen on it hath a lot.
12Wo `to' him who is building a city by blood, And establishing a city by iniquity.
8Because thou hast spoiled many nations, Spoil thee do all the remnant of the peoples, Because of man's blood, and of violence `to' the land, `To' the city, and `to' all dwelling in it.
8Even firs have rejoiced over thee, Cedars of Lebanon -- `saying': Since thou hast lain down, The hewer cometh not up against us.
13Over the ground of my people thorn -- brier goeth up, Surely over all houses of joy of the exulting city,
8And filled his mountains with his wounded, Thy hills, and thy valleys, and all thy streams, The pierced of the sword fall into them.
25In the midst of the wounded they have appointed a bed for her with all her multitude, Round about him `are' her graves, All of them uncircumcised, pierced of the sword, For their terror was given in the land of the living, And they bear their shame with those going down to the pit, In the midst of the pierced he hath been put.
2`And thou, son of man, dost thou judge? dost thou judge the city of blood? then thou hast caused it to know all its abominations,
15Instead of thy being forsaken and hated, And none passing through, I have made thee for an excellency age-during, A joy of generation and generation.
9Now, why dost thou shout aloud? A king -- is there none in thee? Hath thy counsellor perished, That taken hold of thee hath pain as a travailing woman?
25And there hath been on every high mount, And on every exalted hill, Rivulets -- streams of waters, In a day of much slaughter, in the falling of towers.
18Slumbered have thy friends, king of Asshur, Rest do thine honourable ones, Scattered have been thy people on the mountains, And there is none gathering.
1How hath she sat alone, The city abounding with people! She hath been as a widow, The mighty among nations! Princes among provinces, She hath become tributary!
2And I have gathered all the nations unto Jerusalem to battle, And captured hath been the city, And spoiled have been the houses, And the women are lain with, Gone forth hath half the city in a removal, And the remnant of the people are not cut off from the city.
7Your land `is' a desolation, your cities burnt with fire, Your ground, before you strangers are consuming it, And a desolation as overthrown by strangers!