1 Woe to you who plunder, though you have not been plundered;
And you who deal treacherously, though they have not dealt treacherously with you!
When you cease plundering,
You will be plundered;
When you make an end of dealing treacherously,
They will deal treacherously with you.
We have waited for You.
Be [a]their arm every morning,
Our salvation also in the time of trouble.
When You lift Yourself up, the nations shall be scattered;
Like the gathering of the caterpillar;
As the running to and fro of locusts,
He shall run upon them.
He has filled Zion with justice and righteousness.
And the strength of salvation;
The fear of the Lord is His treasure.
The ambassadors of peace shall weep bitterly.
The traveling man ceases.
He has broken the covenant,
[b]He has despised the [c]cities,
He regards no man.
Lebanon is shamed and shriveled;
Sharon is like a wilderness,
And Bashan and Carmel shake off their fruits.
10 “Now I will rise,” says the Lord;
“Now I will be exalted,
Now I will lift Myself up.
You shall bring forth stubble;
Your breath, as fire, shall devour you.
Like thorns cut up they shall be burned in the fire.
And you who are near, acknowledge My might.”
Fearfulness has seized the hypocrites:
“Who among us shall dwell with the devouring fire?
Who among us shall dwell with everlasting burnings?”
He who despises the gain of oppressions,
Who gestures with his hands, refusing bribes,
Who stops his ears from hearing of bloodshed,
And shuts his eyes from seeing evil:
His place of defense will be the fortress of rocks;
Bread will be given him,
His water will be sure.
17 Your eyes will see the King in His beauty;
They will see the land that is very far off.
“Where is the scribe?
Where is he who weighs?
Where is he who counts the towers?”
A people of obscure speech, beyond perception,
Of a [e]stammering tongue that you cannot understand.
Your eyes will see Jerusalem, a quiet home,
A tabernacle that will not be taken down;
Not one of its stakes will ever be removed,
Nor will any of its cords be broken.
A place of broad rivers and streams,
In which no [f]galley with oars will sail,
Nor majestic ships pass by
The Lord is our Lawgiver,
The Lord is our King;
He will save us);
They could not strengthen their mast,
They could not spread the sail.
Then the prey of great plunder is divided;
The lame take the prey.
The people who dwell in it will be forgiven their iniquity.