Old Testament · Prophets

Isaiah chapter 33

, — you who have never been destroyed. Traitor — you who have never been betrayed. When you finish destroying, you will be destroyed. When you are done betraying, you will be betrayed.Yahweh, — we have waited for you. Be our strength every morning, our when everything falls apart.At the sound of , peoples flee. When you rise up, nations scatter.Your will be gathered the way locusts gather — like a swarm pouring over everything.Yahweh is — he lives above it all. He has filled Zion with and .He will be the of your times, a rich store of , wisdom, and knowledge. of Yahweh — that is the real treasure.Look — their cry out in the streets. The messengers sent to negotiate peace weep bitterly.The highways are deserted, travelers have vanished from the roads. He has broken the , rejected the witnesses, shown no regard for anyone.The land and wastes away. is humiliated — it withers. has become like a desert. Bashan and Carmel are stripped bare.“Now I will ,” says Yahweh. “Now I will lift myself up. Now I will stand tall.”You conceive dry grass, you give birth to stubble. Your own is a fire that will consume you.Peoples will be burned to . Like cut thornbushes, they will blaze in the fire.Listen, you who are far away, to what I have done. Acknowledge my , you who are near.The in Zion are terrified, trembling has seized the profane: “Who among us can survive a ? Who among us can survive an ?”The one who lives and speaks what is , who refuses profit gained by crushing others, who shakes a bribe out of his hands, who covers his ears against plots of bloodshed, who shuts his eyes against looking at evil —that person will live on the . A will be their shelter. Their bread will be provided, their water will never run out.Your eyes will see the in his . They will gaze on a land that stretches far and wide.Your heart will replay the old : “Where is the one who counted? Where is the one who weighed the tribute? Where is the one who counted the towers?”You will no longer see the people — the people whose speech you could not understand, whose stammering tongue made no sense to you.Look at Zion, the city of our . Your eyes will see Jerusalem — a , a tent that will not be moved. Its stakes will never be pulled up, not one of its ropes will snap.There Yahweh will be our — a place of wide rivers and streams where no warship will sail, no powerful fleet will cross.Because Yahweh is our . Yahweh is our . Yahweh is our . He is the one who will us.Your hangs loose — it cannot hold the mast steady or spread the sail. Then an overwhelming amount of plunder will be divided, even the will carry off loot.No one living there will say, “I am .” The people who dwell in it will have their .