Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 32

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 32

In righteousness, see, how a king will reign,

and princes rule with justice just the same.

Each will be like a shelter from the wind

and will be like a refuge from the rain,

like running streams of water on dry ground,

like a great rock that’s each day giving shade

upon it, dry and desolate, the land.

Those ones possessing sight, they won’t be closed,

their eyes, and neither will the ears of those

who listen, they will hear and they will know.

The flighty will be wise and capable,

of stutterers, both clear and audible,

will be the speech. The fool no more is deemed

among the class of the nobility,

nor will the villain, held in honor, be.

For foolishly the ways that fools will speak.

Their hearts are set on ways of villainary

and in their conduct is ungodliness.

The LORD, they speak perversely, him, against,

ignore the hungry with the food they lack,

and, to the thirsty, they refuse all drink.

The villains’ tactics all are villainous,

and all the crimes they plan are infamous,

to bring the poor to ruin with their lies,

and to the needy, justice, they deny.

But those who’re gifted with a noble mind,

they’re noble, all the things that that they design.

Rise up you women, you who are at ease,

complacent daughters listen to my speech.

Within a year and then a couple days,

you carefree women, then, when you will quake.

Then it will fail, the harvesting of grapes,

the gathering of fruit fore’er delayed.

Now tremble women you who are at ease,

be terrified when you, complacent, feel.

Strip down and, bare, yourselves, how you should make,

and sackcloth you should wrap around your waists.

In mourning beat your breasts for pleasant fields,

and for the fruitful vine, desire, you’ll feel,

my people’s soil is overgrown with weeds.

Mourn for the houses where joy is extant

inside the city that is jubilant.

For how the palace will forsaken be.

Deserted is the city and her streets.

They’re barren, Ophel, and as well The Keep

(it’s Zion’s Hill; a tower that is steep),

a place for donkeys wild, their frolicking,

for flocks, a pasture, find to eat, a thing.

Until a spirit is poured out on us

that’s from on high, then how the wilderness

will be transformed into a fruitful field,

an orchard that will, like a forest, seem.

Will justice dwell, then, in the wilderness

and in the fruitful field is righteousness.

How righteousness has an effect? It’s peace,

and how uprightness brings security,

both quietness and trust eternally.

In habitations, peaceful, they’d abide,

my people will, their peaceful houses, find.

And should the forest ever be, down, mowed,

and if the city’s utterly laid low,

it’s happiness you’ll have if this you know,

that where there’s water you can freely sow

and let the ox and donkey freely roam.