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He makes peace at your borders; He fills you with the finest wheat.

…in the main concourse she cries aloud, at the city gates she makes her speech:

If you had repented at my rebuke, then surely I would have poured out my spirit on you; I would have made my words known to you.

At the end of your life you will groan when your flesh and your body are spent,

…it prepares its provisions in summer; it gathers its food at harvest.

For at the window of my house I looked through the lattice.

…at twilight, as the day was fading into the dark of the night.

She is loud and defiant; her feet do not remain at home.

Now in the street, now in the squares, she lurks at every corner.

For my husband is not at home; he has gone on a long journey.

On the heights overlooking the road, at the crossroads she takes her stand.

Beside the gates to the city, at the entrances she cries out:

Then I was a skilled craftsman at His side, and His delight day by day, rejoicing always in His presence.

Blessed is the man who listens to me, watching daily at my doors, waiting at the posts of my doorway.

Blessed is the man who listens to me, watching daily at my doors, waiting at the posts of my doorway.

She sits at the door of her house, on a seat in the heights of the city,

A fool’s anger is known at once, but a prudent man overlooks an insult.

The evil bow before the good, and the wicked at the gates of the righteous.

When a man’s ways please the LORD, He makes even the man’s enemies live at peace with him.

A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.

The slacker does not plow in season; at harvest time he looks, but nothing is there.

Do not rob a poor man because he is poor, and do not crush the afflicted at the gate,

When you glance at wealth, it disappears, for it makes wings for itself and flies like an eagle to the sky.

Do not gaze at wine while it is red, when it sparkles in the cup and goes down smoothly.

Like snow in summer and rain at harvest, honor does not befit a fool.

Like an archer who wounds at random is he who hires a fool or passerby.

…the way of an eagle in the sky, the way of a snake on a rock, the way of a ship at sea, and the way of a man with a maiden.

She sees that her gain is good, and her lamp is not extinguished at night.

Her husband is known at the city gates, where he sits among the elders of the land.

Strength and honor are her clothing, and she can laugh at the days to come.

Give her the fruit of her hands, and let her works praise her at the gates.

What does a man gain from all his labor, at which he toils under the sun?

And who knows whether that man will be wise or foolish? Yet he will take over all the labor at which I have worked skillfully under the sun. This too is futile.

Indeed, all his days are filled with grief, and his task is sorrowful; even at night, his mind does not rest. This too is futile.

If you see the oppression of the poor and the denial of justice and righteousness in the province, do not be astonished at the matter; for one official is watched by a superior, and others higher still are over them.

Blessed are you, O land whose king is a son of nobles, and whose princes feast at the proper time—for strength and not for drunkenness.

…when the doors to the street are shut and the sound of the mill fades away, when one rises at the sound of a bird and all the daughters of song grow faint,

Remember Him before the silver cord is snapped and the golden bowl is crushed, before the pitcher is shattered at the spring and the wheel is broken at the well,

Remember Him before the silver cord is snapped and the golden bowl is crushed, before the pitcher is shattered at the spring and the wheel is broken at the well,

Tell me, O one I love, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at midday? Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?

While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

On my bed at night I sought the one I love; I sought him, but did not find him.

All are skilled with the sword, experienced in warfare. Each has his sword at his side prepared for the terror of the night.

Come out, O daughters of Zion, and gaze at King Solomon, wearing the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding—the day of his heart’s rejoicing.

I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.

Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?

The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.

O that you were to me like a brother who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.

I will restore your judges as at first, and your counselors as at the beginning. After that you will be called the City of Righteousness, the Faithful City.”

I will restore your judges as at first, and your counselors as at the beginning. After that you will be called the City of Righteousness, the Faithful City.”

At their feasts are the lyre and harp, tambourines and flutes and wine. They disregard the actions of the LORD and fail to see the work of His hands.

He lifts a banner for the distant nations and whistles for those at the ends of the earth. Behold—how speedily and swiftly they come!

At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook, and the temple was filled with smoke.

Then the LORD said to Isaiah, “Go out with your son Shear-jashub to meet Ahaz at the end of the aqueduct that feeds the upper pool, on the road to the Launderer’s Field,

The head of Ephraim is Samaria, and the head of Samaria is the son of Remaliah. If you do not stand firm in your faith, then you will not stand at all.’”

On that day the LORD will whistle to the flies at the farthest streams of the Nile and to the bees in the land of Assyria.

You have enlarged the nation and increased its joy. The people rejoice before You as they rejoice at harvest time, as men rejoice in dividing the plunder.

And the LORD of Hosts will brandish a whip against them, as when He struck Midian at the rock of Oreb. He will raise His staff over the sea, as He did in Egypt.

Assyria has entered Aiath and passed through Migron, storing their supplies at Michmash.

They have crossed at the ford: “We will spend the night at Geba.” Ramah trembles; Gibeah of Saul flees.

They have crossed at the ford: “We will spend the night at Geba.” Ramah trembles; Gibeah of Saul flees.

Yet today they will halt at Nob, shaking a fist at the mount of Daughter Zion, at the hill of Jerusalem.

Yet today they will halt at Nob, shaking a fist at the mount of Daughter Zion, at the hill of Jerusalem.

Yet today they will halt at Nob, shaking a fist at the mount of Daughter Zion, at the hill of Jerusalem.

Terror, pain, and anguish will seize them; they will writhe like a woman in labor. They will look at one another, their faces flushed with fear.

Therefore I will make the heavens tremble, and the earth will be shaken from its place at the wrath of the LORD of Hosts on the day of His burning anger.

Hyenas will howl in her fortresses and jackals in her luxurious palaces. Babylon’s time is at hand, and her days will not be prolonged.

All the earth is at peace and at rest; they break out in song.

All the earth is at peace and at rest; they break out in song.

Dibon goes up to its temple to weep at its high places. Moab wails over Nebo, as well as over Medeba. Every head is shaved, every beard is cut off.

Like fluttering birds pushed out of the nest, so are the daughters of Moab at the fords of the Arnon:

“Give us counsel; render a decision. Shelter us at noonday with shade as dark as night. Hide the refugees; do not betray the one who flees.

At that time gifts will be brought to the LORD of Hosts—from a people tall and smooth-skinned, from a people widely feared, from a powerful nation of strange speech, whose land is divided by rivers—to Mount Zion, the place of the Name of the LORD of Hosts.

The workers in cloth will be dejected, and all the hired workers will be sick at heart.

Then the lookout shouted: “Day after day, my lord, I stand on the watchtower; night after night I stay at my post.

Your choicest valleys are full of chariots, and horsemen are posted at the gates.

Look at the land of the Chaldeans—a people now of no account. The Assyrians destined it for the desert creatures; they set up their siege towers and stripped its palaces. They brought it to ruin.

At that time Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years—the span of a king’s life. But at the end of seventy years, it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the harlot:

At that time Tyre will be forgotten for seventy years—the span of a king’s life. But at the end of seventy years, it will happen to Tyre as in the song of the harlot:

And at the end of seventy years, the LORD will restore Tyre. Then she will return to hire as a prostitute and sell herself to all the kingdoms on the face of the earth.

My soul longs for You in the night; indeed, my spirit seeks You at dawn. For when Your judgments come upon the earth, the people of the world learn righteousness.

…a spirit of justice to him who sits in judgment, and a strength to those who repel the onslaught at the gate.

For the LORD will rise up as at Mount Perazim. He will rouse Himself as in the Valley of Gibeon, to do His work, His strange work, and to perform His task, His disturbing task.

…those who indict a man with a word, who ensnare the mediator at the gate, and who with false charges deprive the innocent of justice.

For though their princes are at Zoan and their envoys have arrived in Hanes,

A thousand will flee at the threat of one; at the threat of five you will all flee, until you are left alone like a pole on a mountaintop, like a banner on a hill.

A thousand will flee at the threat of one; at the threat of five you will all flee, until you are left alone like a pole on a mountaintop, like a banner on a hill.

For Assyria will be shattered at the voice of the LORD; He will strike them with His scepter.

Their rock will pass away for fear, and their princes will panic at the sight of the battle standard,” declares the LORD, whose fire is in Zion, whose furnace is in Jerusalem.

And the king of Assyria sent the Rabshakeh, with a great army, from Lachish to King Hezekiah at Jerusalem. And he stopped by the aqueduct of the upper pool, on the road to the Launderer’s Field.

At that time Merodach-baladan son of Baladan king of Babylon sent letters and a gift to Hezekiah, for he had heard about Hezekiah’s illness and recovery.

But Hezekiah said to Isaiah, “The word of the LORD that you have spoken is good.” For he thought, “At least there will be peace and security in my lifetime.”

“I have kept silent from ages past; I have remained quiet and restrained. But now I will groan like a woman in labor; I will at once gasp and pant.

You have heard these things; look at them all. Will you not acknowledge them? From now on I will tell you of new things, hidden things unknown to you.

Kings will be your foster fathers, and their queens your nursing mothers. They will bow to you facedown and lick the dust at your feet. Then you will know that I am the LORD; those who hope in Me will never be put to shame.”

Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look at the earth below; for the heavens will vanish like smoke, the earth will wear out like a garment, and its people will die like gnats. But My salvation will last forever, and My righteousness will never fail.

Your sons have fainted; they lie at the head of every street, like an antelope in a net. They are full of the wrath of the LORD, the rebuke of your God.

For this is what the Lord GOD says: “At first My people went down to Egypt to live, then Assyria oppressed them without cause.

Just as many were appalled at Him—His appearance was disfigured beyond that of any man, and His form was marred beyond human likeness—

Whom are you mocking? At whom do you sneer and stick out your tongue? Are you not children of transgression, offspring of deceit,