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Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 14

On Jacob will the LORD, compassion, have,
and, his choice, Is’rael, he will make, again.
He will resettle them in their own land;
and, come to join them there, will, aliens,
to Jacob’s people they’ll, themselves, attach.
Her homeland, to, the nations will escort
her, Israel, and she will, them, take o’er,
possessing them as male and female slaves
in the LORD’s land; her captors, she will take
them captive, and she will, in the same way,
those who oppressed her, lord it over them.

The LORD relieves, that day, upon, is when,
your pain and turmoil, the hard service with
which you were made to serve, you’ll take up this:
a taunt, the king of Babylon against:

See, the oppressor, still, become, how has!
It’s ceased, it’s stilled, his raging arrogance!
The LORD has broken off the wicked’s staff,
the rod that wicked tyrants have in hand,
that downward struck the people in their wrath
with blows unceasing, that, in anger, ruled,
the nations endlessly, they’d persecute.
The whole earth is both quiet and at rest;
to singing, they break forth. The cypresses
exalt o’er you, of Lebanon, the trees,
its cedars, over you, rejoicingly.
“Since you have been laid low,” they say aloud,
“no woodsmen ever comes to chop us down.”
It’s Sheol ‘neath that’s upwards stirred to meet
you when you come; it’s roused the shades to greet
you, all of them who once the earth did lead;
it raises all them from their thronely seats,
all who were, of the many nations, kings.
These words are how all of them will, you, greet:

“You also have become as weak as we!
Like us, you are positioned sim’larly!”
Brought down to Sheol, all your pride and pomp,
as well cast there, the soundings of your harps;
your mattress, maggots, you, they’re underneath,
and worms, a blanket for your covering.

How is it you, from heaven, fallen, are,
the Son of Dawn, O you, the Morning Star!
How did you come to be thrown to the ground,
you conqueror of nations are cut down!
Within your heart you said, “I will ascend
to heaven; there is where my throne I’ll set,
above the stars of God, I’ll take my seat;
up to the mountains high where gods will meet,
in the far recess of the northern reach.
Up to their tops, the clouds, ascend, I will.
like the Most High, how I will make myself.”
Instead you, down to Sheol, will be brought,
you’ll go to the recesses of the Pit!
When they see you, you, they will scrutinize
and, what you have become, they’ll analyze:
“Is this the man who, tremble, the earth, made,
and he the one who made the kingdoms shake,
who, like a desert, turned the world into
and all its cities, them, he overthrew,
and never let his prisoners go home?”
All other kings of nations, all of them
lie hon’rably, each one in his own tomb,
but you, unburied, out, where you’ve been thrown,
you’re likened to some loathsome carrion,
a carcass that’s been trampled underfoot.
You’re covered by the dead the sword has pierced,
who have been cast down into the abyss.
You won’t, with them, in burial, be joined,
because your land is what you have destroyed,
and all your people, those, the ones you killed.

May the descendants of such evildo’ers
ne’er more be named! Because their fathers’ guilt,
the slaughter of the sons should be prepared.
Rise to possess the earth, let them not e’er,
or, with their cities, cover the world o’er.

Declares the Lord of Hosts, “‘Gainst them I’ll rise
and off from Babylon I will excise
whatever that would in that place remain,
her offspring, her posterity, her name,”
declares the LORD. “It, into, I shall make
a haunt for hedgehogs and a marshland waste.
It’s with destruction’s broom I’ll sweep that place,”
the LORD of Hosts, this is the word he says.

The LORD of Hosts has sworn, “As I’ve designed
so shall it be; and just as I have planned,
so my intention, what will come to pass.
In my land, I’ll break the Assyrian.
Upon my mountains, I will trample him.
Removed, the yoke, from off of them will lift,
his burden will, from off their shoulders, slip.
This is the plan prepared for the whole world,
and this, the hand stretched, all the nations, o’er.
For this, the LORD of Hosts himself has planned
and who will, it, annul? Outstretched his hand,
and who is powerful to turn it back?”

King Ahaz died, it was in that same year,
this oracle from God to Is’rael’s ears:

All of you Philistines, do not rejoice,
‘cause broken’s now the rod that, you, chastised;
a viper shall be born of serpent stock,
its offspring is a dragon that can fly.
The firstborn of the poor will graze their flocks,
the destitute will, downwards, safely lie,
but, die of famine, I’ll, your offspring, make,
and all your remnant, even them, I’ll slay.

You gate, wail! Howl, you city! Melt away,
all of you Philistines! A cloud of smoke
comes from the north, and there’s not in its ranks
a straggler found. What answer, be giv’n, shall,
unto the envoys of, the nations, all?

“It’s Zion that the LORD established firm,
and, will his people, those afflicted, who’re,
a refuge, what it is they find in her.”

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Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 13

The oracle concerning Babylon
seen by Isaiah, Amoz, of, the son.

Upon a wind-swept height, the standard, hoist,
the call to battle, sound, and their advance,
the Nobles’ Gate, wave them there with your hand.
I’ve issued orders to my fighting men,
my warriors called, they’ve answered my command,
how they are eager for my victory,
to execute my anger, faithfully.

The mountains, on, a tumult, what is heard,
just like the sound of a great multitude!
It is the kingdoms, how they’re clamoring,
the nations’ noises of assembling.
The LORD of hosts, what he is mustering,
an army that’s, for battle, threatening.
Their origin is from a distant land,
from heaven’s ends and, the horizon, past,
the LORD is with the weapons of his wrath
that he will use to, the whole earth, lay waste.

Wail, for the day, that of the LORD, is near;
from the Almighty, where destruction’s made!
Enfeebled, how each person’s hands appear,
each human heart, with terror, melts away,
and everyone with anguish, they will writhe.
The pangs of agony will grip them fast;
a woman who’s in labor, that’s just like.
At one another, they will look aghast;
enfevered, how their faces are aflame.
See how it comes, that of the LORD, his day,
cruel, with fierce anger, and as well with wrath,
to desolation, to reduce the earth,
and all the wicked, from it, to destroy.
For all the stars that in the heavens shine,
their constellations will not give forth light;
it will be dark, the sun, when it will rise,
the moon, its light, no longer shines as bright.
Disaster on the world I will inflict,
and on the wicked bring due punishment,
their pride, I’ll end that of the arrogant,
of tyrants, I’ll lay low their insolence.
I will make mortals, than fine gold, more rare
and humans scarcer than gold from Ophir.
Therefore, the heavens tremble, I will make,
from its foundations, I, the earth, will shake,
the LORD of hosts, at that, his wrath, his rage,
that of his burning anger, on the day.
Like a gazelle a hunter has pursued,
or like some sheep whose shepherd’s been removed.
The people, all, to their own kind, turn toward,
and everyone, to their own lands, will flee.
Whoever’s found, they will fall by the sword,
and ev’ry person caught, run through, they’ll be.

Their infants will be battered ‘fore their eyes
to death, their houses looted, raped, their wives.
See I, the Medes, against them, up, have stirred,
who, what they have for silver, no regard,
and neither will they, tempted, be, by gold.
To slaughter the young men, their bows they’ll use,
they’ll have no mercy on the womb, its fruit,
no pity on the children in their eyes.

A kingdom glorious is Babylon,
it’s the Chaldeans’ splendor and their pride.
Like Sodom and Gomorrah, overthrown,
they’ll be by God. There, no one will reside,
and for the ages, no one will, there, live,
no Arab ever will, his tent, there, pitch.
There, shepherds will no longer fold their flocks.
The desert beasts, their haunts, there, they will make,
their homes, for owls, will be a dwelling place.
There, ostriches will settle in their homes,
and gamb’ling there will be the demon goats.
Hyenas in her towers make their cries,
her mansions, jackals, they will occupy.
Her doom is what is very soon to come,
her final days do not have long to run.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 12

On that day, these words, what it is you’ll say,

“O LORD to you I will give all my thanks.
For though against me, how your anger burned,
away is that direction where it’s turned,
and comfort, what it is you’ve given me.”

God, who is my salvation, certainly.
I will be unafraid and confident,
the LORD, for he’s my refuge and defense,
as my deliverer, he’s shown himself.

With joy, draw waters from salvation’s wells,
you shall, and on that day, these words, you’ll say,

“Give thanks unto the LORD, call on his name;
among the nations, his deeds, all, known, make;
that his name is exalted, this, proclaim.

“Sing to the LORD, your praises clamorous,
because of his achievement, glorious;
let this be known to men, the earth, throughout.
O royal Zion, sing and shout aloud,
for joy, for great is he who’s in your midst,
your God, the Holy One of Is’rael, is.”

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 11

Up from the stump of Jesse will a shoot
come up, a branch shall grow up from his roots.
The spirit of the LORD shall, on him, light,
the spirit of both wisdom and insight,
the spirit of both counsel and of might,
the spirit of both knowledge and the fear,
the LORD, of, and where he’ll find his delight:
in, of the LORD, the fear. How things appear,
on that, his judgments never will rely;
his verdicts, he’ll, on hearsay, never base;
but he will judge the poor with righteousness,
the humble in the land, fair sentences,
what he shall pass; with the rod of his mouth,
the ruthless, he will strike; and with the breath
of his lips he shall kill the wicked dead.
The belt around his waist is righteousness,
the girdle ‘round his loins is faithfulness.
Then will the wolf be a guest of the lamb,
the leopard will lie down beside the kid,
the lion, young, together with the calf,
both eat, with a child, little, to them, tend.
The cow and bear together shall be friends,
so that their young will, down, together, lie.
The lion will eat hay, the ox, just like.
Above the cobra’s den the infant plays,
the child lays his hand on the adder’s lair,
My holy mountains, on, shall neither be
there, harm nor ruin, for how the earth will be,
the knowledge of the LORD, filled upwardly,
just as the waters cover o’er the sea.

On that day shall the root of Jesse stand,
to serve, a signal to the people, as;
of him the nations shall make inquiry,
and glorious, how will his dwelling be.

The LORD, he will extend, yet, on that day,
his hand a second time so to reclaim
the remnant of his people that remain
in Egypt and as well Assyria,
form Pathros and from Ethiopia,
from Elam, from Shinar, and from Hamath,
from islands of the sea where they were cast.

A signal for the nations, he will raise
and will assemble all Is’rael’s outcasts,
and gather all of Judah’s ones, dispersed,
retrieve from the four corners of the earth.
The jealousy of Ephraim shall depart,
and Judah’s enmity shall be, off, cut;
of Judah, Ephraim won’t feel jealousy,
towards Ephraim, Judah, no hostility.
But they will swoop down on the Philistines’,
their western flanks, and people of the east,
they’ll jointly plunder them entirely.

‘Gainst Edom, Moab, their hand, threatening,
the Ammonites, subject to them, will be.
The LORD, the tongue of the Egyptian sea,
is what he will destroy entirety;
o’er the Euphrates, he will waive his hand,
and with the power of his scorching wind,
he will divide it into seven streams,
so that it may be crossed upon one’s feet.
A highway from Assyria, there’ll be,
the people’s remnant in captivity,
for them, just like the one, for Is’rael made,
when, up from Egypt, back, was how they came.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 10

Ah, you who will, these unjust laws enact,
and who, oppressive legislation, craft.
To turn away the needy from their rights,
to justice, from the poorest, them, deprive,
to make the widows, plunder, orphans, prey,
what will you do on, punishment, the day
of, when disaster comes from far away?
To whom will you be running for your help,
and where will you deposit all your wealth,
so that, among the captives, you won’t dwell,
so that you won’t, among the slain, dead, fall?
For all this has his anger, not away,
turned, and his hand still threatens, is upraised.

“Ah, you, my anger’s rod, Assyria,
that’s in their hands, my fury is the club!
Against a godless nation I send him,
and ‘gainst the people of my wrath, command,
I, him, to, spoil, take, and to, plunder, seize,
to trample them like mud, mire in the streets.
But this is not what he himself intends
nor are these thoughts he has in his own mind,
but, to destroy, that’s what’s inside his heart,
to many nations, not a few, wipe out.
‘For are not all of my commanders kings?’
he says. ‘Is Carno not like Carchemish?
Is not, to Arpad, Hamath, likening?
Samaria, not like Damascus, is?
Before now, kingdoms, I have overcome,
more full of idols than Jerusalem,
more images than in Samaria.
Unto Jerusalem, shall I not do,
and to her idols, what I have done to
Samaria and all her graven images?’”

When all he means to do, he finishes,
the LORD, his work, against Jerusalem,
and too, Mount Zion, he will punish him,
his arrogance, the king, Assyrian,
for both his boasting and his haughty pride.
For he says: “By the strength of my hand, I
have done it, and, my wisdom, own, it’s by.
‘Tween people I removed their boundaries,
and I have plundered all their treasuries;
and hero-like, I’ve brought down the enthroned.
As though a bird’s nest, what my hand has found,
the people’s wealth. Just as eggs left alone,
one takes them, so I’ve gathered up the earth,
not one wing fluttered, beak agape, or chirp.”

Shall the ax, itself, o’er the one who wields
it, vaunt, or will the saw claim mastery,
the sawyer, o’er? As if a rod could sway
the one who lifts it up, or in that way,
a staff should, one who is not wood, up, raise!
Therefore, the Sovereign, the LORD of hosts,
amongst them, sends a sickness that will waste,
his warriors, stout, his glory at its base
is kindled like a fever’s burning rage.
The light of Is’rael will become a fire,
his Holy One, too, will become a flame;
how it will burn and also will devour
his thorns and briars in a single day.
His splendid forest and his fruitful land,
the LORD, both body, soul, he will destroy,
just as, will waste away, the invalid.
How many of the forest trees remain,
will be so few a child could, all, them name.

Of Is’rael’s remnant, when that day will come,
the house of Jacob, those surviving ones,
no more will lean ‘gainst him who had struck them,
but they, upon the LORD, alone, lean, will,
in truth, the Holy One of Israel.
Unto the mighty God, a remnant will
return, will Jacob’s remnant, Israel.
For numbered like the sand in seas that churn,
are Is’rael’s people, of this, they’re assured,
of them, a remnant only will return.
How their destruction’s instrument deployed
will overflow with justice. For the LORD,
the LORD of hosts will bring a final end,
he will, destruction, bring through all the land.

Therefore the LORD, the God of hosts, thus, says:

“My people, Zion, there, your dwelling place,
of the Assyrian, don’t be afraid
though with a rod he strikes you, and uplifts
his staff ‘gainst you as the Egyptians did.
For in very short while, it relents,
my wrath, it’s over, anger, my, full spent,
all that, to his destruction, I’ll direct.”

The LORD of Hosts will wield a whip ‘gainst them
just as he did when he struck Midian
at Oreb’s Rock; and he’ll, his staff, o’er lift
the sea ‘gainst Egypt, just like what he did.
On that day, what they, on your shoulder, laid,
removed, will be, the burden, and their yoke,
from off your neck, the manner how it’s broke.

He’s come to Aiath, gone up from Rimmon,
as well the place he passed through was Migron,
his baggage trains, where he left at Michmash.
Through the defile, the place where they have passed,
at Geba, where it was they bivouacked.
Ramah is terrified, and it’s in flight,
is Gibeah of Saul. Bath-Gallim, cry
aloud! O Laishah, listen! And reply,
O Anathoth! Madmenah is in flight.
Of Gebin, all of its inhabitants
for safety, flee. He ceases his advance,
this very day, at Nob, he’ll shake his fist,
at daughter Zion’s mount, Jerusalem,
its hill. The LORD of hosts, him Sovereign,
look, he, the trees, with violence, will lop,
the tallest trees, the lofty will be brought
low. With an ax, the forest thickets, all,
the foliage have been hacked down as well,
and Lebanon’s majestic trees will fall.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 9

In former times, he made contemptuous
the land of Zebulun and Naphtali,
but afterwards, he will make glorious
the land beyond the Jordan, of the Sea,
the Way, the nations of them, Galilee.

The people who in darkness walked have seen
a great light; those who have lived in a land
as dark as death, on them, a light has dawned.
You’ve multiplied the nations and increased
their joy, you have; before you, they rejoice
as those who will rejoice at harvest time,
exult as warriors when, spoils, they divide.
For that which burdened them is what you broke,
the rod laid on their shoulders, and the yoke,
the driver’s goad, the day of their defeat,
as on it, Midian’s. That shod their feet,
the boots of trampling warriors, and those rolled
in blood, their cloaks, how all of those shall be
burned in the fire, they’ll all be used as fuel.

For, born to us, a child has been, a son
is given to us, and dominion,
a symbol, of, bear on his shoulder, he’ll
they name him Counselor, one Wonderful,
the Mighty God, the Father, E’erlasting,
the Prince of Peace. And his authority
is something that will grow contin’ually,
and there shall be a never-ending peace.
He’ll reign o’er David’s kingdom, on his throne,
he will establish it and, it, uphold,
with justice and, as well, with righteousness
from this time onward and forevermore.
The LORD of Hosts, his zeal, what will do this.

The LORD has, Jacob, ‘gainst, a message, sent;
and it, on Is’rael, fell; they all knew it–
the people, Ephraim, of Samaria,
and, the inhabitants, their arrogance,
who, in their pride, say, “They have fallen down,
the bricks, but we, rebuild, shall, in dressed stone;
the sycamores have been cut down but we
will, cedars, grow, as an alternative.”

So, ‘gainst them, the LORD, adversaries, raised,
and upwards, where he stirred their enemies,
those who are on the east, the Arameans,
and those who’re on the west, the Phillistines,
and Is’rael, they, with open mouth, inhaled.
For all this did his anger not abate,
and stretched out still, his hand is upwards raised.

The people did not turn to him who struck
them, or the LORD of hosts, did they, him seek.
Therefore, the LORD cut off both head and tail,
from Is’rael, palm branch and reed in one day —
the elders, dignitaries are the head,
and prophets teaching lies, they are the tail.
Those whom, this people, guide, astray, them, lead,
and in confusion, there, where they were left
by those who lead them. That is why the LORD,
showed, never, any mercy, their youths, towards,
or on their orphans, or their widows showed
compassion. Godless and an evildoer,
for everyone was, and what each mouth spake
impiety. It has not turned away,
for all of this, his anger, and it stays
as threat’ning, is his arm outstretched, upraised.

Just like a fire, for wickedness has burned,
consuming both the briars and the thorns;
it sets the forest thickets all ablaze–
and up they go in smoke, in bill’wing flames.
It’s by the fury of the LORD of Hosts,
the land, the manner by which it’s been scorched,
and, for the fire, fuel, are the people like.
A man will eat his fill, he on one side,
but still is hungry, and not satisfied;
the other man eats, but still wants to dine;
each feeds upon the flesh of his own child,
and no one spares his brother, his own kind.
Manasseh, Ephraim, what it will devour,
and Ephraim will Manasseh. Their joint power,
‘gainst Judah, how they are, together, bound.

His anger, for all this, does not abate,
his hand still threatens, his arm, upraised, stays.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 8

The LORD then said to me, “A tablet large,
take and write on it in the common tongue:
“Belonging to Maher-shalal-hash-baz,”
and, to it, these two witnesses, see that,
attest, the priest, Uriah and the son
of Jeberechiah, him, Zech’riah.”

Then I lay with my wife and she conceived
and bore a son. The LORD said this to me,
“Call him Maher-shalal-hash-baz, because
before he learns to, “Mother,” “Father,” call,
all the Damascus wealth and all the spoils,
Samaria, of, how they all will be,
off, carried by Assyria, its king.

The LORD spoke to me once again; he said:
“Because this nation has rejected them,
Shiloah’s waters, gently flowing springs,
and melt in fear before Rezin the king,
and also the son of Remaliah,
therefore the LORD will, up, against it bring,
Euphrates, the, its mighty flowing streams,
in all his pow’r, Assyria, its king;
above all of its channels, it will rise,
its banks, the river, it has overflowed,
a raging torrent, mounting up neck-high,
it will sweep into Judah like a flood;
its outspread wings will fill the land’s expanse,
Immanuel, for our God is with us.

Take note you nations, you will be dismayed.
All you, far nations, listen, guard yourself,
yourselves, arm, but you still should be afraid!
yourselves, arm, but you still should be afraid!
Devise your plans, but, ne’er be carried out, they will
for God is with us, or, Immanuel.

For thus the LORD spoke to me while his hand
was strong upon me, and warned me not to,
this people’s ways, e’er walk in them, adapt,
“Conspiracy, as all this people views,
don’t call conspiracy, and do not fear
the things they fear, with dread, what fills, minds, their.
The LORD of Hosts is whom you should regard
as holy; he, whom you should, sacred, hold.
Make him the object of your awe and fear.
He will become an obstacle, a snare,
a rock ‘gainst which both Is’rael’s houses will
strike, stumble over — a snare and a trap
for all Jerusalem’s inhabitants,
and many ‘mongst them will both stumble, fall,
and suffer injury; they’re snared and caught.”

I shall tie up the message, I shall seal
up the instruction so it cannot be
consulted by, disciples, my. I shall
wait for the LORD who has, his face, concealed
from Jacob’s house, and I will hope in him.
I and the children whom the LORD has giv’n
me are both signs and portents in Is’rael,
the LORD of Hosts, who on Mount Zion dwells,
from him. Now if the people, to you, tell:

“The ghosts, the spirits, who’re familiar,
seek guidance from those ones who whisper, chirp,
a nation may consult its gods for sure,
and ask the dead for those who are alive,
both teaching and instruction, that they’d give.”

For surely those who speak like this will have
no dawn, and what they say will have no force!
Distressed and hungry through the land they’ll pass,
they will be both enraged and they will curse
their kings and gods. Howe’er their faces turn,
if up into the sky or down to earth,
they only see both darkness and distress,
into thick darkness where they will be thrust,
there’s no escape for people who’re oppressed.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 7

When Ahaz, Jotham’s son and his grandson,
Uzziah’s, Judah, was the ruler of,
King Rezin of Aram and King Pekah
was Israel’s king, son of Remaliah,
marched on Jerusalem, but he could not,
it conquer nor ‘gainst it, attack, an, mount.
To David’s House, when they hear the report
that an alliance with the Ephraimites
was what the Arameans had devised,
the king and people shook like forest trees
will do when there is blowing, a stiff breeze.

The LORD said to Isaiah, “Go and meet,
with your son, Shear-jashub, Ahaz, the king,
at the end of the conduit, the pool’s,
the upper one, for travelling, it’s used,
the causeway leading to the Fuller’s Field,
and say to him, prophetic words, all these:

“Be quiet, do not fear, and now take heed,
don’t let your nerve fail for that of Rezin,
his blazing anger, with his Aram’eans,
and the Son of Remaliah. Because
Aram with Ephraim and Remaliah,
his Son, have plotted ‘gainst you: ‘Let’s invade
the nation, Judah’s, and, her spirit, break,’
they said; ‘let’s, over, to our side, her, bring,
and Tabeal’s son, we’ll make him as the king.’
Therefore, the LORD God said, ‘It shall not stand
and, never, when these things shall come to pass.
For of Damascus, Aram is the head,
and of Damascus, its head is Rezin.
(Within years, sixty-five, Ephraim will be
destroyed, a nation, it shall cease to be.)
The head of Ephraim is Samaria,
and its head is his son, Remaliah’s.
Have faith that’s firm, or firm, you’ll fail to stand.’”

Again the LORD spoke these words to Ahaz,
“A sign from God, the Lord, for, you should ask,
one that’s from Sheol’s depths or heaven’s heights.”

“Not to a test,” how Ahaz then replied,
“I’d put the LORD by asking for a sign.”

The prophet then said, “House of David, hear,
men’s patience, you are not content to wear
that out, so you must, of my God, as well,
his patience, wear. Therefore, the LORD himself,
a sign, will give you. Look, a woman, young,
with child, is, and she’ll give birth to a son.
Immanuel is what she shall name him.
He shall eat curds and honey by the time
he’s learned about how he can do these two:
reject the evil and, the good, to choose.
How to refuse what’s evil, choose the good,
before he knows how to achieve these things,
the land of those whom you dread, these two kings,
will be made desolate. The LORD will bring
on you, your people, and your father’s house,
a time, the like of which ne’er has been worse,
since, Ephraim had, from Judah’s state, diverged–
Assyria, its king, on you will turn.”

The LORD will whistle up form distant streams
of Egypt, flies, and from their land, the bees,
Assyrians’, the. They’ll, in steep ravines,
come, settle there, and in the clefts of rocks,
thornbushes, on, in pastures for livestock.

A razor hired on the Euphrates’ banks,
the LORD will use to, head and body, shave,
and from the face, the beard, will also take.
When that day comes, this, what each man will raise:
a single cow and too, a couple sheep,
for milks’ abundance, curds, what he will eat;
left in the land, who is, for everyone,
will, curds and honey, eat. When that day comes,
wherever there were once a thousand vines,
their value was a thousand silver coins,
they will be given to the briars, thorns.
With bow and arrows one will go there for
the thorns and briars cover, the land, o’er;
for fear of thorns and briars, no one goes,
the hills, to, that were once hoed with a hoe.
How they will only be fit as a place
for sheep to trample, cattle, for, to graze.