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.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 5

For my beloved, my love-song, sing, I shall,
about his vineyard. On a fertile hill,
a vineyard was what my belovèd had.
He dug it out, away, the stones he cleared,
and with the choicest vines, he planted it.
He, a watchtower, built, within its midst,
and for a winepress, he hewed out a vat.
He thought that it would yield the choicest grapes,
but all it yielded: wild grapes was the crop.

Now, of Jerusalem, you citizens,
and Judah’s people, judge between me and
my vineyard. What more was there to do for
my vineyard that I hadn’t done before?
When I expected it to yield choice grapes,
why did it yield wild grapes? And now I say
to you what I will, to my vineyard, do?
The hedge around it, what I will remove,
devoured, the vineyard, it will be consumed.
It will be trampled down when I will break
its wall down. I will make of it a waste;
the vineyard, neither pruned nor hoed, shall be,
with thorns, it will be overgrown with weeds.
The clouds as well are what I will command,
no longer on it will they rain, so that.

For it, the vineyard of the LORD of hosts,
of Is’rael, as a metaphor, its house,
his pleasant planting, Judah’s people are;
what he expected? Justice. All he saw
was bloodshed; righteousness, but heard a cry!

Ah, you, who, house to house will join, and who
add fields adjacent, other fields, onto,
until for no one but you there is room,
and left to live alone, the life for you,
the countryside, inhabitants, those sole!
Within my hearing what the LORD of hosts
has uttered all these words as solemn oath:
For certain many houses will be desolate,
fine mansions left with no inhabitant.
Five acres of a vineyard only yields
a gallon, and from bushels, ten, of seed:
a single peck, the harvest from the field.

Woe to you who in early morning rise
to seek strong drink, or then, inflamed with wine,
will linger from the evening till the night,
whose feasts consist of harp and also lyre,
the tambourine and flute, as well, more wine,
but who do not regard the deeds of him,
the LORD, or see the work, that of his hands!
Therefore my people, to captivity
will go because they, knowledge, lack, of me.
Fro lack of food, to death, the nobles starve,
and all the multitudes, with thirst, are parched.

Therefore her appetite, Sheol’s, enlarged,
and she has opened her enormous jaws:
there ent’ring, nobles of Jerusalem,
her noisy throng of revelers descend.
Brought low and bowed down, everyone, mankind
and humbled also are the haughty’s eyes.
By justice, that is how the LORD of hosts
exalted, is, the Holy God will show
himself as holy by his righteousness.
As in their pasture, there, the lambs will graze,
the young goats feeding in that ruined place.

Woe to you who drag wickedness and sin
along, a tether or a rope, as with.
Who say, “Let the LORD make haste: let him speed,
his work, up, so it’s progress, we will see.
The Holy One of Is’rael, let his plan
soon be fulfilled so, it, we’ll understand!”
Ah, you who call good evil, evil, good,
who, light to dark, and darkness, turn to light,
Turn sweet to bitter, bitter, sweet, those who.
Woe to you who are wise in your own sight,
and, shrewd, you see yourself, in your own eyes.
At drinking wine, woe to the champions,
at mixing strong drinks, to the valiant.
Who, for a bribe, the guilty, will acquit,
and, of their rights, deprive the innocent.

As tongues of fire will, up, the stubble, lick,
and in the flame, as dry grass downwards sinks,
so rotten, how their roots will all become,
and all their blossoms blow away like dust.
For his instruction, that is what they’ve spurned,
the LORD of Hosts’, rejected, they’ve, his word,
the Holy One of Is’rael’s, from it, turned.

Therefore it’s roused, the anger of the LORD
against his people, and he stretched it toward,
his hand against them as to, down, them, strike;
and how it was, the mountains trembled, quaked,
like refuse in the streets, the corpses lay.
For all of this, it’s not been turned away,
his anger and his hand is still, up, raised.

A signal to a nation far away,
he’ll hoist a standard, as, without delay,
up front the ends of earth, to whistle them,
and speedily and promptly, they will come!
None stumbles, neither will they, weary, feel,
none of them either slumbers or will sleep.
None has, around his waist, his belt, loose, hung,
or, to his sandals, has a broken thong.
Their arrows, sharp, and all their bows are bent,
their horses’ clomping hooves are just like flint,
and like the whirlwind are their char’iot wheels.
It’s like a lion’s, how their roaring is.
Like lions, young, they growl and seize their prey,
they roar and carry it out to that place,
where there’s no rescue, from, there’s none to save.
That day, their roaring over it will be
just like the roaring of the stormy sea.
And anyone who looks out o’er the land
will see distress and darkness closing in,
because the gath’ring clouds, the light grows dim.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 4

On that day seven women will take hold
of one man and say, “We shall, our own food,
provide, and clothing if only we may
bear your name. Take away all our disgrace!”
The branch the LORD has grown, upon that day,
will in its beauty become glorious,
and, of the land, the fruit, will be the pride
and splendor of Is’rael, those who survive.
Whoever’s left in Zion, who remain
Jerusalem, in, those who were proclaimed
to, in Jerusalem, survive, will be
called holy, once the LORD has washed away
the filth of Zion’s daughters, and, cleansed, he’s,
the bloodstains of Jerusalem, from there,
by spirits of both judgment and of fire.
Then the LORD will create o’er the whole site
of Zion’s Mount, and over all the place,
assembling, for, will be a cloud by day,
and then by night, smoke and a fiery flame.
For over all, his glory, it will be
as a pavil’ion and a canopy,
that, from the heat, serves as a shade by day,
and refuge, shelter, from the storm and rain.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 3

For now, the Sovereign, of hosts, the LORD,
away, is taking from Jerusalem,
and Judah, both their staff and their support–
all their reserves of water and of bread–
the warrior, soldier, prophet, judge, all them,
the elder and the one who, fortunes, tells,
the dignitary and of fifty men,
their captain, the magician with great skill,
and the expert enchanter. “How I shall
make boys their princes, babes to rule o’er them.”
By everyone, the people, all, oppressed,
each by another, evil, their intent,
each person to their neighbor. Insolence,
the youth will show their elders, disrespect,
mere nobodies toward higher-ranking men.

A man will take hold of his brother in
his father’s house, and saying this to him:
“You have a cloak so you will be our chief.
We’re in your charge, our stricken family.”
But then the brother will at once reply,
“Society’s, its wounds, I cannot heal,
when in my house, there’s neither cloak nor meal.
You shall not put me in, authority,
a place of, over people, all of them.”
For it has been brought low, Jerusalem,
and to great grief, the place where Judah’s come,
for they defied the LORD in word and deed,
within his sight, provoked his majesty.

Against them, on their faces, testifies,
the look, like Sodom, their sins, glorify,
parading them, their sins they do not hide.
Woe to them! For they have upon themselves
brought evil. Fortunate, how they are, tell
the innocent, for what it is they’ll eat?
That of their labors, bountiful, the fruit.
Woe to the wicked! All goes ill with them;
the work of their own hands, their recompense.
The moneylenders strip my people bear,
and usurers lord all their debts, them, o’er.
My people, those who guide you, there, astray,
the path to ruin, they’re leading you that way.

The LORD comes forward to argue his case,
he stands to judge, his people, to accuse.
The LORD, his prosecution, implements,
his people’s elders, princes, them, against:
“It’s you, the vineyard, who, ravaged, devoured;
inside your houses, spoils took from the poor.
By crushing, people, my, what do you mean,
the poor when they look to you, grinding down,”
the LORD, the God of hosts, says. The LORD said:
“Because of Zion’s daughters’ haughtiness,
and how they walk around with outstretched necks,
and with their eyes, they’re glancing wantonly,
they move with mincing gaits and jingling feet.
The LORD will, Zion’s daughters, their heads, smite
with baldness, and the LORD, how, bare, he’ll make
their foreheads.” In that day, the LORD will take
their finery, their jewelry away,
their anklets, headbands, bracelets, coronets;
their crescents, discs, scarves, and their necklaces;
headdresses, perfume boxes, amulets;
the signet rings and nose rings; festal robes,
the mantles, handbags, flounced skirts, too, the cloaks;
the gauze and linen garments, turbans, veils.
Instead of sweet perfume, that of decay,
its stench; no girdle, rope will take its place;
instead of well-set hair, a head, bald, shaved;
not gorgeous robes, but sackcloth ‘round the waist;
instead of beauty, there’s a brand of shame.
It’s by the sword how Zion’s men will fall,
and warriors in a battle, they will all.
They shall lament and mourn, will Zion’s gates;
and stripped bare, she will, on the ground, there, sit.

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 2

Isaiah son of Amoz saw this word,
Jerusalem and Judah, ref’rencing:

In the last days, what will, established, be:
the mountain of the temple of the LORD,
as highest of them all, the mountain peaks;
it will, exalted, be, above the hills,
and stream to it, how all the nations will.

The peoples, many, will come up and say,
“Come, let’s go to the mountain of the LORD,
the God of Jacob, to his temple’s place.
That all his ways, to us, he may inform,
that, walk within his holy paths, we may.”
From Zion will the law go out, his word,
out from Jerusalem, that of the LORD.
Between the nations, he will arbitrate,
for many peoples, he’ll, disputes, placate.
How, they will beat their swords into plowshares,
and into pruning hooks, they will their spears.
No nation ‘gainst another will, the sword,
lift up, they will no longer train for war.

Descendants, come, of Jacob, of the LORD,
within his light, let’s walk! Forsaken, for,
you have those of your people, their ways, all,
O house of Jacob. They, indeed, are full,
diviners, with, of eastern origin,
the superstitions of the Philistines,
and covenants with fore’gners, entering.
Their land is filled with silver and with gold,
and, to their treasures, no end can be found.
With horses, how it is their land is filled,
and, to their chariots, there is no end.
With idols, how it is filled up, their land;
they bow down to the work made with their hands,
to what they made with them, their fingers, own.
So mankind will be humbled, everyone
will be brought low, entirely they’re abased–
Do not forgive them! Ne’er, them, upwards raise.
Get ‘mongst the rocks, hide in the ground, down, deep,
the terror of the LORD, from that, there, flee,
and from the glory of his majesty.
They’ll be brought low, the people’s haughty eyes
and humbled will be everyone, their pride;
and on that day, alone, will be, the LORD,
exalted. For a day of doom in store,
the LORD of Hosts has, all the proud, them, for,
and for the lofty, lifted up, and high
(this day, their elevated place, denied);
for Lebanon’s, its cedars, lofty, tall;
the mighty oaks of Bashan, for them all;
for all the lofty mountains and high hills;
for ev’ry tower, tall, each tow’ring wall;
for all the ships of Tarshish, those that sail,
for all the vessels that are, precious, held.
It will be brought low, human arrogance,
and mankind humbled in its haughtiness.
The LORD alone, exalted, on that day,
will be. The idols, utterly away,
they’ll pass. Creep down, in crevices, in caves,
down in the rock, where you should seek escape
from the dread presence of the LORD, his face,
and from the glory of his majesty,
the earth, when he’ll rise to, it, terrify.
On that day, people, them, away, will throw
down to the bats in caves, and to the moles
their idols, those of silver, and of gold,
their idols which, to worship, what they made,
themselves, to enter down into the caves,
and down into rock clefts, down in the crags,
from, of the LORD, the terror, they will flee,
and from the glory of his majesty,
when he will rise to terrify the earth.
Do not, upon mere mortals, e’er believe,
who only have what’s in their nostrils, breath,
of what account, do they have any worth?

Rhyming Isaiah, Chapter 1

Concerning Judah and Jerusalem,
the vision that the son of Amoz saw,
Isaiah, that these kings reigned, at the times,
Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and as well,
him, Hezekiah, kings of Judah, all.

Hear me you heavens, listen earth, me, hear,
for spoken has the LORD: “I, children, reared,
and brought them up but ‘gainst me they’ve rebelled.
The ox, its master knows, the donkey will,
its owner’s manger, but Is’rael does not
know, nor my people, understand, they don’t.”

Woe to the sinful nation, guilt is great,
a people whose, a brood of evil do’ers,
corruption, children, given to, who are!
The LORD, he is the one whom they’ve forsak’d,
the Holy One of Is’rael, they have spurned
and on him, all their backs, what they have turned.
Why should you e’er be beaten any more?
What of rebellion do you adore?
Your whole head, what is injured, your whole heart,
afflicted. From the sole of your own foot
up to the top of your head, soundness, there
is none — but only wounds, welts, open sores,
not cleansed or bandaged, soothed with olive oil.
Your country, desolate, is, burned with fire,
your cities; all your fields are being stripped,
by foreigners, there, right before your eyes,
laid waste as when, by strangers, over-tipped.

Left, Daughter Zion, like a shelter, is,
a vineyard, in, a hut out in a field
of cucumbers, like one, that’s under siege,
a city. The Almighty LORD, unless,
he had, behind, for us, survivors left,
like Sodom knew, what we would have real’ized,
is what we would have been, Gommorah-like.
Hear, of the LORD, the word, you rulers, high,
of Sodom! Of our God, the teaching, to,
now listen, of Gomorrah, people, you!
“What to me is it, all your multitude
of sacrifices?” says the LORD. “I have
had, of burnt offerings, enough, of rams,
and of the fattened animals, their fat.
I take no pleasure nor delight in that,
the blood of neither bulls nor goats nor lambs.
When you come to appear, here, me, before,
who has asked this of you, that of my courts,
this tramp’ling? Offerings, those meaningless,
stop bringing them! Your incense, I object,
abomination! New Moons, Sabbaths, hence,
your convocations, calling–I detest
assemblies, solemn, with their worthlessness.
Your New Moons and appointed festivals,
my soul hates; they’re a burden, terrible,
to me, they have become unbearable.
When you, in prayer, your hands would outwards spread,
from you, I hide my eyes; you, even when,
prayers, many, offer, I’m not listening.

“Your hands are full of blood! Make yourselves clean,
yourselves, wash. Take them, all your evil deeds,
out from my sight; from evil, you should cease;
learn to do right, and justice, you should seek.
The rights of the oppressed, you should defend.
Take up the cause of them, the fatherless.
As well, what you should plead, the widow’s case.

“Come now, the matter, let us settle it,”
the LORD says. “Though, like scarlet, are your sins,
they shall be white as snow; though they are red
as crimson, they shall be like wool again.

If you are willing and obedient
the good things of the land, what you will eat,
but if you are rebel’ious, you resist,
you will be by the sword devoured, complete.”
For, by his mouth, the LORD has spoken this.

The faithful city, see how she’s become
a prostitute! With justice she was once
full; righteousness, it used to dwell in her–
but, murderers, now! It’s no longer pure:
your silver, how it has become like dross,
it’s mixed with water, all your wine, most choice.
Your rulers, princes, all rebellious,
with thieves, they’ve partnered, their hearts now enmeshed;
bribes, what they love, and after gifts, they chase.
The orphan’s cause, not something they defend,
the widow’s case is never brought to them.

Therefore, the Sovereign and the LORD of hosts,
the Mighty One of Is’rael, says, words, these:

“Ah! I will pour my wrath out on my foes,
no vengeance I’ll spare ‘gainst my enemies!
Against you, I will turn my hand; your dross,
what I will purge away, impurities,
all of them from you they will be removed.
As in the days of old, I will restore
your judges, the beginning, at, I did,
your counselors, just as. Then, afterwards,
of Righteousness, the City, you will be
called, and the Faithful City, simlar’ly.”

With justice, Zion, will, delivered, be,
with righteousness, her penitent, redeemed.
But rebels, sinners both will be destroyed,
they’ll be consumed, those who forsake the LORD.

“For, of the oaks, them, you shall be ashamed,
in which you had delighted; and you’ll blush,
the gardens, for the ones you know by name.
With fading leaves, an oak, you’ll be like such,
a garden without water, you’re the same.
Like tinder, how the mighty man’s become,
a spark, his work; together, joined in flame.
Who’s left to quench the fire? There’s not a one.”

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