The LORD is a jealous God and avengeth; the LORD avengeth and is full of wrath; the LORD taketh vengeance on his adversaries, and he reserveth wrath for his enemies. The LORD is slow to anger, and great in power, and will by no means clear the guilty: the LORD hath his way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet. He rebuketh the sea, and maketh it dry, and drieth up all the rivers: Bashan languisheth, and Carmel, and the flower of Lebanon languisheth. The mountains quake at him, and the hills melt; and the earth is upheaved at his presence, yea, the world, and all that dwell therein. Who can stand before his indignation? and who can abide in the fierceness of his anger? his fury is poured out like fire, and the rocks are broken asunder by him.
The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that put their trust in him.
But with an overrunning flood he will make a full end of the place thereof, and will pursue his enemies into darkness.
What do ye imagine against the LORD? he will make a full end: affliction shall not rise up the second time. For though they be like tangled thorns, and be drenched as it were in their drink, they shall be devoured utterly as dry stubble. There is one gone forth out of thee, that imagineth evil against the LORD, that counselleth wickedness. Thus saith the LORD: Though they be in full strength, and likewise many, even so shall they be cut down, and he shall pass away.
Though I have afflicted thee, I will afflict thee no more. And now will I break his yoke from off thee, and will burst thy bonds in sunder.
And the LORD hath given commandment concerning thee, that no more of thy name be sown; out of the house of thy gods will I cut off the graven image and the molten image; I will make thy grave; for thou art vile.
Behold, upon the mountains the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace! Keep thy feasts, O Judah, perform thy vows: for the wicked one shall no more pass through thee; he is utterly cut off.
He that dasheth in pieces is come up before thy face: Keep the munition; watch the way;
For the LORD bringeth again the excellency of Jacob, as the excellency of Israel: for the emptiers have emptied them out, and marred their vine branches.
The shield of his mighty men is made red:
The chariots rage in the streets,
He remembereth his worthies:
The gates of the rivers are opened, and the palace is dissolved: And Huzzab is uncovered; she is carried away;
But Nineveh hath been from of old like a pool of water; Yet they flee away:
Take ye the spoil of silver,
She is empty, and void, and waste:
Where is the den of the lions,
The lion did tear in pieces enough for his whelps,
Behold, I am against thee, saith the LORD of hosts, and I will burn her chariots in the smoke, and the sword shall devour thy young lions: and I will cut off thy prey from the earth, and the voice of thy messengers shall no more be heard.
Woe to the bloody city!
The noise of the whip, and the noise of the rattling of wheels; And pransing horses, and jumping chariots;
And a multitude of slain, and a great heap of carcases: And there is none end of the corpses;
Because of the multitude of the whoredoms of the well-favoured harlot, The mistress of witchcrafts, that selleth nations through her whoredoms, And families through her witchcrafts.
Behold, I am against thee, saith the LORD of hosts, and I will discover thy skirts upon thy face; and I will shew the nations thy nakedness, and the kingdoms thy shame. And I will cast abominable filth upon thee, and make thee vile, and will set thee as a gazingstock. And it shall come to pass, that all they that look upon thee shall flee from thee, and say:
Nineveh is laid waste: who will bemoan her?
Art thou better than No-amon, that was situate among the rivers, That had the waters round about her;
Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, and it was infinite; Put and Lubim were thy helpers:
And they cast lots for her honourable men,
All thy fortresses shall be like fig trees with the firstripe figs: If they be shaken,
Behold, thy people in the midst of thee are women;
Draw the water for the siege;
It shall devour thee like the cankerworm:
Thy crowned are as the locusts, and thy marshals as the swarms of grasshoppers,
Thy shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria,
There is no assuaging of thy hurt;