Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 29

To Ariel, woe, woe to Ariel,
this city is where David had encamped!
Add year to year; let all the festivals,
their courses run. When one more year has passed,
then trouble, I’ll inflict on Ariel.
Both moaning, lamentation, there shall be,
and shall Jerusalem be like to me
an Ariel. Like David, sim’larly,
I will encamp against you; I will raise
up siegeworks ‘gainst you, towers, with, that way,
I will besiege you. Then, deep from the earth,
you’ll speak, and, low down in the dust, they’re heard,
from there, the place where they come from, your words;
the way your voice sounds, likened to a ghost’s,
your speech, a whisper coming from the dust.

But like fine dust, that of my enemies,
their multitude, reduced, how they shall be,
the horde of ruthless foes, like chaff, will fly.
And in an instant, it is suddenly,
the way the LORD of hosts will visit you
with thunder, earthquake, and a great noise too,
with whirlwind, tempest, and devouring flame
then how it will be to you like a dream,
a vision in the night how it will seem,
the horde of nations, all, who are at war
with Ariel, all those who fight ‘gainst her,
and ‘gainst her stronghold, those distressing her.
Like one who’s hungry dreams of food to eat,
but wakes up hungry, still, or yet, like he
who has great thirst, of drinking, he will dream,
but when he wakes, with thirst, he is still weak.
How it will be with all the nations’ hordes
who are, against Mount Zion, making war.

Be stupified and stunned, unseeing, blind,
be drunk, but know: it’s not from drinking wine!
You stagger, but not from strong drink consumed!
For what it is the LORD has poured on you?
A spirit of deep sleep, and he has closed
your eyes, you prophets, and he has, your heads,
o’er covered them, you seers, muffled them.

For how this vision has become for you
like words of a sealed document or book.
When it is given to one who can read,
with a command to read it, this, says he,
“I cannot read it since the book is sealed.”
And when it’s given to one who can’t read,
he says, “I cannot read,” similarly.

The LORD then said: Because these people draw
near with their mouths and, honor me, they, how:
it’s with their lips, while they are in their hearts
so far from me, and how their worship’s learnt?
On human precepts, based, it’s all by rote.
Therefore what I will have to do again,
this people, for: perform amazing things,
astounding wonders, also prodigies.
Their wise men’s wisdom now is perishing,
the understanding of their prudent men
is something that, from them, is vanishing.

Woe to those who would burrow in the deep
so that their plans, they’d, from the LORD, conceal,
who say this while they in the dark will scheme,
“Who sees us, or who knows that we are here?”
How is it that you can be so perverse?
As if the potter were no more revered
than was the clay? Or something that was made,
how can it, to its maker, these words, say:
“He did not make me”? Or how can the pot
say to the potter, “You don’t know your job”?

Shall Lebanon, not, in a little while
become a fruitful field, and how it will
be so productive? Of it, they will say:
“It’s an abundant forest”? On that day,
the deaf will hear the words writ on a scroll,
and from their gloom and darkness, of the blind,
their eyes will see. The lowly will obtain
fresh joy found in the LORD, and the poor, in,
exult, shall, Is’rael, of, the Holy One.
For no more, how the tyrant, he shall be,
and he, the scoffer, too, to be, shall cease;
all those who are alert, to, evil, do,
shall be cut off–a lawsuit, him, to lose,
those who would cause a person, and, he who
would set a trap for him who’s at the gate,
the arbiter, and, to one in the right,
who, justice, groundlessly, him, would deny.

Therefore, thus says the LORD, who, Abraham
redeemed, the house of Jacob, about them:

Now Jacob shall no longer be ashamed
and too, no longer, shall his face grow pale.
For when, his children, in his midst, he eyes,
the work of my hands, they will sanctify
my name; the Holy One of Israel,
they’ll sanctify, and they, in awe, stand, will,
of him, the God of Is’rael. And those who
err in their spirit, understanding, to,
they will come there, and, grumbling, all those who’re,
instruction is what they’ll accept for sure.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 28

Woe to Ephraim’s crowns of arrogance,
how they will fade, its drunkards’ garlands’ blooms,
the flowers of its beauty, glorious,
they’re dripping from their heads just like perfume,
of those who gorged on food, luxurious,
of those who have been overcome with wine!

The LORD has one who has both strength and might,
a servant, who, a sweeping storm, is like,
of hail, a downpour, water torrenting
from flood, the way his hand is levelling
the earth, where he is downwards hurling them.
The drunkards’ garlands, proud, of Ephraim,
how they, beneath the feet will be, down, trod.
And of its beauty that was glorious,
its fading flowers which were on the heads
of those who gorged on food, luxurious,
of those who, from their heads, perfume will drip.
An early fig, the moment when it’s ripe
before the summer, that is what they’re like;
whoever sees it, from the branch will pluck
it off, and he at once will eat it up.

That day, the Lord of Hosts will be a crown
that’s glorious, a diadem that’s proud,
how, to his people’s remnant, he is found;
of justice, he’s the spirit that abounds
to him who sits in judgment; and he will
with strength, those warriors at the gate, up, fill,
who’re fighting to, their enemies, repel.

These also, wine, with, stagger, and they reel
with drink that’s strong, the priest and prophet will
both reel with liquor and their reasoning
is stifled, with strong wine, they’re staggering,
they err in vision and how they have strayed
in how they will, all their decisions, make.
Each table is, with vomit, covered o’er,
and no place clean when filth is everywhere.

“To whom will he teach knowledge and to whom
will he explain the message? It is to
those infants who were just weaned off of milk
and those who have, just from the breast, been pulled.
For every precept, on another, built,
command upon command and rule on rule,
from here a little, and from there, a li’l’.”

So, truly with a lip that’s stammering,
and with a tongue, both strange and alien,
he’ll, to this people, speak, to whom he’s said,
“This rest is true, let those now have their rest
who are exhausted; and this is repose”;
yet they, to listen to my words, refused.
Therefore to them, the word, that of the LORD,
will be a thing that’s easy to ignore.
“For every precept, on another, built,
command upon command and rule on rule,
from here a little, and from there, a li’l’.”
So when they walk, they always, backwards, fall,
and, injured, captured, caught, how, be, they will,

Therefore now listen to that, of the LORD,
you rulers who are arrogant, his word,
who rule this people in Jerusalem.
Because you’ve said, “We’ve made a covenant
with Death, with Sheol, entered, we’ve, a pact;
The scourging flood will not, when it sweeps past,
reach us, for as our refuge, we’ve made lies;
in falsehood, we have found a place to hide.
Therefore the Lord God, this, what he intones,
See, a foundation stone, I’m laying down
in Zion, as a precious cornerstone,
a sure foundation, precious cornerstone.
No one will stumble who relies on this.
I, justice, as a meas’ring line shall use,
and, as a lev’ling line, use righteousness.
Hail sweeps away the refuge of your lies,
and waters will, your shelter, undermine.
Then, how your covenant with Death will be
annulled, and it won’t stand, what you agreed
with Sheol. When the scourging flood sweeps by
you will be trampled down by it each time
it passes through, it always will take you
for every morning it is passing through,
by day and night. With terror, sheer, imbued
you’ll understand this message, all its truth.
For too short is the bed to outwards stretch
oneself and narrow, too, how is the spread,
to wrap oneself in it, upon the bed.
As on Mount Perazim, how he will rise,
the LORD, and there, his rage, he will reprise
as in the valley found in Gibeon;
to do his deeds, described as alien,
and too, so he can work his works, so strange!
Stop scoffing or else, tighter, they’ll be made,
your bonds; for a decree is what I’ve heard,
one of destruction that has been declared
by the Lord God of hosts, the whole land, o’er.

To all my speech, now hear, attention, pay,
and listen to the words I have to say.
Do those who plow, for sowing, endlessly
plow, breaking up the ground for harrowing?
When they have, all its surface, caref’lly hoed,
do they not scatter dill and, cummin, sow
and plant the wheat so carefully in rows,
and barley planted in its proper place,
and spelt used for a border that they make?
For they are well-instructed in this way
because their God, the manner, them, he trained.

Dill isn’t threshed beneath a threshing sledge
nor is a cart wheel, over cummin, rolled;
but dill is beaten with a stick to thresh,
and cummin with a rod, the proper tool.
For bread, the grain is crushed, but not too fine,
one drives the cart wheel and the pulling horse,
but not too long or else it’s pulverized.
This knowledge comes from him, the LORD of hosts;
how, in his counsel, he is wonderful
and how his wisdom, everything, excels.

(Image Attribution: Depiction of Leviathan from the Middle Ages often found in grimoires, by an unknown artist PD-Art)

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 27

The LORD, on that day, with his sword that’s cruel,
his sword that’s mighty, strong, he, punish, will,
Leviathan, the serpent that is coiled,
Leviathan, the dragon, as he flees.
Yes, he will slay the monster of the sea.

On that day: of the splendid vineyard, sing!
It’s I, the LORD, this place is what I keep,
and every moment, I’m, it, watering,
to care for it so they don’t wilt, its leaves;
I have no wrath against it, what I feel.
I tend it daily, but I get no wine.
I would as soon have only thorns and bri’rs.
Then as if in a battle, how I’d, down,
it, trample, and, it, I would also burn.
Or else, so that, it will, protected, be,
let it cling to me, make its peace with me–
unless, with me, how it will make its peace.

In days to come, how Jacob shall take root,
shall Is’rael blossom and put forth its shoots,
and how it will fill up the world with fruit.

Has he struck them down as he has struck down
those who struck them? Or is that they’ve been
killed just the way their killers have been killed?
Exiling them, and them, you have expelled,
that sentence, executed, them, against,
away he has blown them with his fierce blast
just as the east wind. For then Jacob’s guilt
will be forgiven, this is the result
of his sin, him, renouncing it, the fruit:
when, into pieces, he, the altar stones
will smash like bits of chalk. The sacred poles
and incense altars, they’ll no longer stand.
For how the city, fortified, is found?
It’s desolate, a homestead that’s bereft
of foliage, forsaken wilderness.
The calves graze there, and there, they downwards lie,
and they will, all the branches’ twigs, destroy.
They’re broken off when all their boughs grow dry,
the women come and, of them, make a fire.
This is a people, sense is what they lack;
therefore he, that made them, on them won’t have
compassion; he that formed them will show them
no favor. On that day the LORD will thresh
the grain that grows, from the Euphrates’ streams
to Egypt’s wadi, one by one, you’ll be,
up, gathered, all the people of Is’rael.
A trumpet, great, on that day, blown, be, will,
and who were, in Assyria, lost, those,
and those who, out to Egypt, had been drove,
the LORD, they’ll come and worship, all of them,
its holy mountain, on, Jerusalem’s.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 26

In Judah, on that day, will it be sung,
this song: We have a city that is strong,
the walls and ramparts, safety, they provide.
The gates, up, open! Let that one upright,
the nation, enter, that one that keeps faith!
A nation of firm purpose, you maintain,
in peace, it puts its trust in you, because.
Trust in the LORD forever, for in the
LORD God, an everlasting rock, you have.
For he has brought low its inhabitants,
all them, the lofty city’s occupants;
he levels it and brings it to the ground
and to the dust he flings it, that way, down.
It will be trodden underneath their feet,
the steps they take, the needy and the weak.

The Upright One, his path is honesty,
and level is the path where he proceeds,
you make it so. The place where we will wait
for you, O LORD, the path your judgments take.
Our souls’ desire is your renown, your name.
At night my soul yearns for you ceaselessly,
my spirit in me seeks you earnestly.
For when your judgments permeate the earth
the world’s inhabitants will, justice, learn.
If to the wicked, favor, what is shown,
they never, righteousness, about, will learn.
In this land of ways, honest, they’re perverse
in all they do, and what they do not see:
the LORD’s, it’s manifest, his majesty.
O LORD, your hand is lifted high but they
don’t see it. Let them see, and be ashamed
when, for your people, they see your great zeal.
Let that which you have for your enemies
reserved, the fire, consume them. For us, peace,
O LORD, you will ordain, for all we do,
indeed is only what you’ve done for us.
O LORD our God, those other lords than you,
they have ruled over us, but ne’ertheless,
it’s you alone whom we invoke by name.

The dead do not live, neither will the shades
again rise for you’ve punished and destroyed
them and, of them, wiped out all memory.
But you, O LORD, the nation, have increased,
the nation, you’ve increased; and glorified
yourself; and you made them expand in size,
the nation’s borders, boundaries revised.

In our distress, LORD, you, we tried to find,
beneath your chastening, in prayer we cried
out in our anguish. Like one with a child,
a woman who in labor’s pangs will writhe,
she cries in pain when she is near her time.
Because of you, it’s how, O LORD, we were;
we were with child, we writhed, but we gave birth
to only wind. No victories on earth
that we have won and no one is, the world,
born to inhabit it. They’re disinterred,
the corpses, and the dead will live again!
O dwellers of the dust, awake and sing
for joy! For your dew is dew, radiant,
and the earth will give birth to those long dead.

My people, come, your chambers, enter them,
and shut your doors behind you; hide yourselves
for a while, little, past, the wrath, is, till.
The LORD is coming from the place he dwells,
the earth’s inhabitants, to punish all,
for their iniquity, for all their guilt;
the earth, the blood shed on it, will reveal,
and it, its slain, no longer will conceal.

Rhyming Psalms, Psalm 2 (newstyle)

Why do the nations, all of them, conspire,
and all the peoples make their plots in vain?
Those of the earth, the kings, themselves, set high,
and rulers, counsel, they, together, take,
and, ‘gainst the LORD and his anointed, say,
“Let’s burst their bonds asunder and cast them,
their cords away from us.” He sits in heav’n,
the LORD, and he, at all of them will laugh,
and hold them in derision. In his wrath,
then, he will speak to them and terrify
them in his fury, saying, “How I have set my
king, him on Zion, on my holy hill.”
You, of the LORD’s decree, that’s what I’ll tell:
He said to me, “You are my son; today
I have begotten you. How I will make,
just ask of me, them, as your heritage,
the nations, and the earth out to its edge,
so all of it is yours, what you’ll possess.
As with a rod of iron, you’ll break them,
and into pieces, how, them, you will dash
just like a potter’s vessel.” Now therefore,
o kings, be wise, and of the earth, be warned,
o rulers. With fear, him, how you should serve,
with trembling, also, kiss his feet, the LORD’s,
or he will, angry, be, and, perish, you,
will in the way; for how his wrath’s renewed,
it’s quickly-kindled. Happy all are who
will take their refuge in him, this is true.

(Image Attribution: Daderot, McBryde Garden, Kauai, Hawaii – stream view / CC BY-SA 3.0)

Rhyming Psalms, Psalm 1 (newstyle)

Those blessèd men, the ones who will reject
all that they say, advice from wicked men.
They won’t stand in the path that sinners tread,
won’t take a seat, the scoffers’ presence, in.
The LORD, his law, where they find their delight,
and on it, meditate both day and night.
These righteous men, how they’re compared to trees,
those planted by the gently flowing streams,
who in due time, a fruitful harvest, yield,
and they will never wither, their green leaves.
In everything they do, they’re prospering.

How diff’rent are the wicked from this kind.
They’re like the chaff that’s blown before the wind.
Therefore, the wicked, judgment, won’t survive,
nor in the gathering of the upright.
The righteous, o’er their way, the LORD will watch,
but doomed, that of the wicked, is their path.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 25

O LORD, you are my God, I’ll, you, extol
and praise your name; for how you have fulfilled
your plans, most wonderful, that are of old,
both faithful, sure. For how it is you’ve turned
the town, into a heap of stones, transformed
to ruin, is the city, fortified;
the palace of the foreigners, no more,
a city, is; again, it ne’er shall rise.
They’ll glorify you, peoples, strong, therefore,
the ruthless nations’ cities, you, they’ll fear.
A refuge to those who’re distressed, with need,
a shelter from the storm, a shade from heat.
When, like a winter rainstorm was the blast
the ruthless made, that of the aliens,
their noise was like the heat in a dry place,
you cooled the heat with shadows of the clouds,
the songs the ruthless sing have all been stilled.

Upon this mountain, will, the LORD of hosts
provide for, peoples, all, a luscious feast,
of food that’s rich, that is, with marrow, filled,
of wines, strained so they will be clear, aged well.
And on this mountain he’ll destroy the shroud
that over them, the peoples, has been pulled,
the sheet that, nations, over all, is spread,
forever death, what he will swallow up.
Then the LORD God, away, the tears will wipe,
from all their faces, and, too, their disgrace,
away, from all the earth, what he will take,
for spoken has the LORD. It, on that day,
said, will be, Look, in whom, this is the LORD,
we put our hope so that, save us, he should.
This is the LORD, our God we’ve waited for;
let us be glad and in it, let’s rejoice,
the LORD’s salvation, make a joyful noise.
For the LORD’s hand will rest assuredly
upon this mountain. Moab, it shall be
down-trodden in their place beneath his feet,
as straw is trodden down in a dung-heap.
Though Moab spreads their hands out in the midst
of it as swimmers outwards will, to swim,
their hands, spread, their pride will be sunk and drown,
despite their hands that struggle all around.
Your fortress with its walls he’s overthrown,
the dust, in, of the ground, he’s flung it down.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 24

The LORD’s about, now, to, the earth, lay waste,
to twist its surface, make it desolate,
and scatter all of its inhabitants.
For both the priest and people, the same fate;
as with his master, so it’s with the slave;
as with her mistress, so it’s with her maid;
as with the lender, so the borrower;
just like the one who sells, the purchaser;
so with the debtor, too, the creditor.
To waste, completely, how the earth is laid,
and how it will be utterly despoiled,
for he, the LORD, has spoken this, his word.

How it both withers and dries up, the earth;
how it both withers, languishes, the world,
together, earth and heaven, languish, sure.
Polluted under its inhabitants,
the earth lies; for how they have, laws, transgressed,
the statutes, broken, and the covenant,
the everlasting one is not observed.
For that is why a curse consumes the earth,
and its inhabitants, their punishment,
will suffer; therefore, the inhabitants
of earth have dwindled, and few people left.
The wine dries up, the vine, it languishes
and all those who are merry-hearted sigh.
The merry beat of tambourines is hushed,
and silenced, joyful music of the lyre.
It’s songs, without, the way they drink their wine.
It’s bitter, liquor, tastes to him, is how
who drinks it. Chaos, how, it’s broken down,
its city, every house’s gate is barred
so none may enter. In the street’s there’s heard
the people crying out for wine, its dearth.
All joy has vanished and how happiness
is banished from the land, all merriment.
In desolation, how the city’s left
and battered into ruins are its gates.
For, on the earth, then, thus, how it shall be
among its peoples, as an olive tree,
at gleaning time, it’s beaten in that way,
when ended, is, the harvest of the grapes.

They lift their voices up, they sing for joy;
it’s from the west, they, o’er the majesty,
shout for the LORD’s. Therefore, you, in the east,
give glory to the LORD, and of the sea,
its coastlands, through, the glory, you proclaim,
the LORD’s, the God of Is’rael, to his name.
Earth’s ends, from there we’re hearing songs of praise,
of glory, to the Righteous One, conveyed.
But I say, “This ordeal is so depraved!
I pine away. The traitors have betrayed,
the treacherous deal treach’rously, that way.

“The hunter’s snare, both terror and the pit
that face you, all of earth’s inhabitants.
Whoever, at the sound of terror, flees,
shall fall into the pit undoubtedly,
and whosoever climbs out of the pit,
will, in the hunter’s snare, how they’ll be caught.
Yes, opened wide are heaven’s sluice-gates,
and the foundations of the earth will shake.
The earth is cracking, open, how it breaks,
it’s vi’lently, the way the earth will quake.
The earth will lurch like someone who is drunk,
it, to-and-fro, sways like a shanty hut.
Upon it, its transgressions, heavy, lie,
and it falls, and again, it will not rise.”

When that day comes, the LORD will punish them,
all heaven’s hosts, he will, up there in heav’n,
and, on the earth, the kings of earth, them, all.
How all together, gathered, be, they will,
like prisoners locked in a dungeon’s cell.
They’ll in a prison be shut upwardly,
and after many days, they’ll, punished, be.
The moon will be abashed, the sun, ashamed,
for, how it is, the LORD of Hosts will reign
on Zion’s Mount and in Jerusalem,
and there, the place where he will manifest
within his elders’ sight, he’s glorious.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 23

An oracle concerning Tyre, this.

Wail for your harbor, O ships of Tarshish,
has been destroyed; the time they, of it, learned,
when they had from the Cypress isle returned.
Be still, inhabitants, O, of the coast,
O merchants of Sidon, how they have crossed,
your messengers, have, o’er the deepest sea,
upon the mighty waters of the deep.
The grain of Shihor was your revenue,
the harvest of the Nile, the merchant, you,
the nations’, were. O Sidon, be ashamed,
for, spoken, has, the sea’s, its fortress says,
“I’ve neither labored nor have I giv’n birth.
I’ve neither reared young men nor brought up girls.”
When the report, to Egypt, comes, will, they,
in anguish, be, about, of Tyre, the fate.
Cross over to Tarshish–all of you, wail,
O you inhabitants along the coast!
Is this your ancient city that exults,
whose origin is from the days of old,
whose steps had lead her to roam far afield
so that she could, her colonies, there, found?
Who has made this decision, Tyre, against,
to hand out crowns, what she did in the past,
whose merchants, princes, were, and of the earth,
those honored ones is what her traders were?
The LORD of hosts has planned it–to disgrace
all pride of majesty and to degrade
all those who walk on earth, her honored men.
O ships of Tarshish, cross to your own land,
your harbor is no more. His outstretched hand
is o’er the sea so he can, kingdoms, shake.
It’s their destruction that the LORD ordained,
all Canaan’s strongholds. This is what he says,
You shall exult no more, you who’re oppressed.,
O virgin, daughter, Sidon, rise, o’er, cross–
to Cypress, even there you’ll have no rest.

Look out, the land of the Chaldeans, at!
A people who used to exist, did not.
Assyria, the destined fate for Tyre:
to be consumed by animals who’re wild.
Erected, they, all of their sieging tow’rs,
all of her palaces, they downwards tore,
into a ruin, how they, her, transformed.

Wail for your harbor, O ships of Tarshish,
has been destroyed. From that day Tyre will be,
forgotten, for those long years, seventy,
which is the lifetime of a single king.
When those years, seventy, someday conclude,
just as in the song ‘bout the prostitute,
to Tyre, how it will happen, this is true:

A harp, take, and the city, go, throughout,
you prostitute that everyone forgot!
The sweetest melody, what you should make
so that one day remembered, be, you may.

At the end of years, seventy, the LORD
will visit Tyre, and she’ll return to her
trade, and will prostitute with, of the world,
all of its kingdoms on its face dispersed.
Her merchandise and wages, to the LORD,
will dedicated, be; they won’t be stored,
her profits, neither something they will hoard,
but, merchandise, her, will, abundant food,
supply, and clothing, fine, all of those, for,
who’re living in the presence of the LORD.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 22

This oracle, ‘bout “Vision’s Valley,” is.

Tell me, what with you now has gone amiss,
to be up on the rooftops, for you all,
you city, full of tumult, it exults,
you town? It wasn’t by the sword they fell,
your slain, nor were your dead, in battle, killed.
Your rulers all together, they have fled;
they, captured, were, without a bow, its use.
Those who were found were captured, all of you,
though you, in all directions, had dispersed.
At this I ask you, From me, your eyes, turn
away, and let me weep in misery
and do not, consolation, press on me,
for how my people’s ruin is complete.

For the Lord God of Hosts, what he ordained,
confusion, tumult, tram’pling, of, a day,
in “Vision’s Valley,” how the walls crash down,
and cries for help, they lift up to the mount.
Both chariots, the quiver, Elam bore,
and cavalry, and Kir, his shield is bared.
Your valleys, choice, are filled with chariots,
and you have horsemen posted at the gates.
The heart of Judah’s defense, open, lays.

In the House of the Forest, on that day,
you, to the weapons stored there, turned, your gaze.
In David’s city, what it is you knew,
how many breaches in its walls you saw,
and waters you collected in the pool,
the lower one. Surveyed them all, how you,
the houses of Jerusalem, and some,
to fortify the wall, down, you broke them.
You made a reservoir ‘tween the two walls
so that it filled with water, the old pool.
But to the city’s maker you did not
look to him who had long ago built it.

The Lord, the GOD of Hosts, in that day called
on you to weep and mourn and shave your heads
and put on sackcloth; but there was instead,
joy and festivity, and butchering
of cattle, sheep, was, of them, slaughtering,
they’re eating meat and also drinking wine.
“Let’s eat and drink, tomorrow, for, we die.”
The LORD of Hosts, himself, he has revealed,
in my ears: Surely this iniquity
till you die never will, forgiven, be.
This is the Lord’s word, his, the LORD of Hosts.

The GOD of Hosts, the Lord, says thus: Come, go
and find that steward who’s, as Shebna, known,
the palace master, him, of this apprise:
What do you own here, who gave you the right
to for yourself a tomb cut in the height,
to carve a habitation in the rock
yourself, for? How the LORD’s about to shake
you out just as you would lice from a coat.
He, tightly up, you, is about to roll,
and to a land of vast expanse, he will
throw you just like a ball. There you will die
and there your splendid chariots shall lie,
O you who have disgraced your master’s house!
I from your office will you outwards thrust,
and you will be pulled downwards from your post.

My servant, I’ll send for, that day, upon,
Eliakim, of Hilkiah, the son
and with your robe, I’ll cloth him in that way,
and I will tie your sash around his waist.
With your authority, I’ll him invest,
and he shall be a father to all them,
inhabitants, those of Jerusalem,
and to the house of Judah. I will place,
his shoulder, on, the key to David’s house.
Just like a peg, in place, I will drive him
securely, and, of honor, he, a throne,
to his ancestral house, what he’ll become.
And, his ancestral house, of, the weight, whole,
descendants, offspring, on him, both, they’ll hang,
all of the little dishes, bowls to jugs.
On that day, says the LORD of Hosts, the peg
that was securely drove in place, that way,
will be removed; cut off, how it will fail,
destroyed, that what was hung on it, the load,
for all these words were spoken by the LORD.