You Who Legislate Evil 10 1Doom to you who legislate evil, who make laws that make victims— 2Laws that make misery for the poor, that rob my destitute people of dignity, Exploiting defenseless widows, taking advantage of homeless children. 3What will you have to say on Judgment Day, when Doomsday arrives out of the blue? Who will you get to help you? What good will your money do you? 4A sorry sight you’ll be then, huddled with the prisoners, or just some corpses stacked in the street. Even after all this, God is still angry, his fist still raised, ready to hit them again. Doom to Assyria! 5“Doom to Assyria, weapon of my anger. My wrath is a cudgel in his hands! 6I send him against a godless nation, against the people I’m angry with. I command him to strip them clean, rob them blind, and then push their faces in the mud and leave them. 7But Assyria has another agenda; he has something else in mind. He’s out to destroy utterly, to stamp out as many nations as he can. 8Assyria says, ‘Aren’t my commanders all kings? Can’t they do whatever they like? 9Didn’t I destroy Calno as well as Carchemish? Hamath as well as Arpad? Level Samaria as I did Damascus? 10I’ve eliminated kingdoms full of gods far more impressive than anything in Jerusalem and Samaria. 11So what’s to keep me from destroying Jerusalem in the same way I destroyed Samaria and all her god–idols?’ ” 12When the Master has finished dealing with Mount Zion and Jerusalem, he’ll say, “Now it’s Assyria’s turn. I’ll punish the bragging arrogance of the king of Assyria, his high and mighty posturing, 13the way he goes around saying, “ ‘I’ve done all this by myself. I know more than anyone. I’ve wiped out the boundaries of whole countries. I’ve walked in and taken anything I wanted. I charged in like a bull and toppled their kings from their thrones. 14I reached out my hand and took all that they treasured as easily as a boy taking a bird’s eggs from a nest. Like a farmer gathering eggs from the henhouse, I gathered the world in my basket, And no one so much as fluttered a wing or squawked or even chirped.’ ” 15Does an ax take over from the one who swings it? Does a saw act more important than the sawyer? As if a shovel did its shoveling by using a ditch digger! As if a hammer used the carpenter to pound nails! 16Therefore the Master, God–of–the–Angel–Armies, will send a debilitating disease on his robust Assyrian fighters. Under the canopy of God’s bright glory a fierce fire will break out. 17Israel’s Light will burst into a conflagration. The Holy will explode into a firestorm, And in one day burn to cinders every last Assyrian thornbush. 18God will destroy the splendid trees and lush gardens. The Assyrian body and soul will waste away to nothing like a disease–ridden invalid. 19A child could count what’s left of the trees on the fingers of his two hands. 20And on that Day also, what’s left of Israel, the ragtag survivors of Jacob, will no longer be fascinated by abusive, battering Assyria. They’ll lean on God, The Holy—yes, truly. 21The ragtag remnant—what’s left of Jacob—will come back to the Strong God. 22Your people Israel were once like the sand on the seashore, but only a scattered few will return. Destruction is ordered, brimming over with righteousness. 23For the Master, God–of–the–Angel–Armies, will finish here what he started all over the globe. 24Therefore the Master, God–of–the–Angel–Armies, says: “My dear, dear people who live in Zion, don’t be terrorized by the Assyrians when they beat you with clubs and threaten you with rods like the Egyptians once did. 25In just a short time my anger against you will be spent and I’ll turn my destroying anger on them. 26I, God–of–the–Angel–Armies, will go after them with a cat–o’–nine–tails and finish them off decisively—as Gideon downed Midian at the rock Oreb, as Moses turned the tables on Egypt. 27On that day, Assyria will be pulled off your back, and the yoke of slavery lifted from your neck.” Assyria’s on the move: up from Rimmon, 28on to Aiath, through Migron, with a bivouac at Micmash. 29They’ve crossed the pass, set camp at Geba for the night. Ramah trembles with fright. Gibeah of Saul has run off. 30Cry for help, daughter of Gallim! Listen to her, Laishah! Do something, Anathoth! 31Madmenah takes to the hills. The people of Gebim flee in panic. 32The enemy’s soon at Nob—nearly there! In sight of the city he shakes his fist At the mount of dear daughter Zion, the hill of Jerusalem. 33But now watch this: The Master, God–of–the–Angel–Armies, swings his ax and lops the branches, Chops down the giant trees, lays flat the towering forest–on–the–march. 34His ax will make toothpicks of that forest, that Lebanon–like army reduced to kindling.
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