The Lantern

Isaiah13

The Burden against Babylon

An oracle of Babylon, which Isaiah son of Amoz saw.

On a bare mountain lift up a signal; raise the voice to them, wave the hand, and let them enter the gates of nobles.

I myself have commanded my consecrated ones; I have also called my mighty men for my anger, my proudly exulting ones.

The sound of a multitude in the mountains, the likeness of a great people! The sound of an uproar of kingdoms, of nations gathered! The LORD of hosts is mustering an army for war.

They come from a distant land, from the end of the heavens — the LORD and the instruments of his indignation, to destroy all the earth.

Wail, for the day of the LORD is near; it comes like devastation from the Devastator.

Therefore all hands go slack, and every human heart melts.

And they are terrified; pangs and birth-pains seize them; like a woman giving birth they writhe. Each is appalled at his neighbor; their faces are faces of flame.

See, the day of the LORD is coming — cruel, with fury and burning anger — to make the land a horror, and its sinners he will destroy out of it.

For the stars of the heavens and their constellations will not flash their light; the sun is dark in its going out, and the moon does not shine its light.

And I will attend to the world for evil, and to the wicked for their iniquity; and I will end the pride of the insolent, and the haughtiness of the ruthless I will bring low.

I will make a human rarer than pure gold, and mankind than the gold of Ophir.

Therefore I will make the heavens shake, and the earth will quake out of its place, in the fury of the LORD of hosts and in the day of his burning anger.

And it will be like a hunted gazelle, and like a flock with none to gather them; each will turn to his own people, and each will flee to his own land.

Everyone found will be run through, and everyone caught will fall by the sword.

And their infants will be dashed to pieces before their eyes; their houses will be plundered and their wives lain with.

See, I am rousing against them the Medes, who do not reckon silver and do not delight in gold.

And bows will dash young men to pieces; and on the fruit of the womb they will have no compassion, on sons their eye will not spare.

And Babylon, the splendor of kingdoms, the beauty of the pride of the Chaldeans, will be like God’s overthrow of Sodom and Gomorrah.

She will not be inhabited forever, and will not be dwelt in from generation to generation; and an Arab will not pitch a tent there, and shepherds will not make flocks lie down there.

But desert creatures will lie down there, and their houses will be filled with howling things; and daughters of the ostrich will dwell there, and goat-demons will dance there.

And hyenas will answer in her towers, and jackals in the palaces of delight. And her time is near to come, and her days will not be drawn out.