Isaiah 13:1-8 ▼

1 The oracle concerning Babylon which Isaiah the son of Amoz beheld.

2 Lift up a standard on the bare hill, Heighten your voice at them, Wave the hand that they may enter the doors of the nobles.

3 I have commanded My set apart ones, I have even called My mighty warriors, My proudly exulting ones, To execute My anger.

4 A sound of tumult on the mountains, Like that of many people! A sound of the rumbling of kingdoms, Of nations gathered together! Yahweh of hosts is mustering the host for battle.

5 They are coming from a far country, From the end of the sky, Yahweh and His instruments of indignation, To wreak destruction on the whole land.

6 Wail, for the day of Yahweh is near! It will come as destruction from the Almighty.

7 Therefore all hands will fall limp, And every man’s heart will melt.

8 They will be terrified, Pains and labor pangs will take hold of them; They will writhe like a woman in labor, They will look at one another in astonishment, Their faces aflame.