This is the sight that Isaiah, son of Amoz, saw about Judah and Jerusalem at the time of Kings Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah.
Hear, sky, and listen, earth! YHWH has spoken, “I raised my children and helped them grow,but they have risen against me.
Oxen know their owners, and donkeys know where their food is. But Israel doesn’t know. My folks don't understand.
“O sinful leed, folk with an heavy load of guilt. They are offspring of evildoers, children adrilling yourselves. You have forsaken YHWH, loathed the Holy One of Israel, and wended your backs on Him.
“Why do you still want to be beaten? Why do you simble to go astray? Your whole head is sick. Your whole heart is ill.
From the bottom of your feet to the top of your head there is no healthy spot left on your body—only cuts, bruises, and fresh wounds. They haven’t been cleansed, bound, or soothed with oil.
“Your land is a barren waste. Your chesters are burned down. Your fields are fordone right before your eyes by outlanders. So it is a barren waste, a land fordone by outlanders.
Zion's daughter is left like an hut in a vineyard, like a shack in an earthapple field, like a town under siege.
"If YHWH Drighten hadn’t left us a few outlasters, we would have become like Sodom and Gomorrah.
Hear what YHWH says, you rulers of Sodom! Listen to the teachings of our God, you burghers of Gomorrah!
“What do your many wight-bloots mean to me?" asks YHWH. I’ve had enough of your burnt agivings of rams and enough fat from your fattened calves. I’m not quemed with the blood of bulls, lambs, or he-goats.
When you come up to Me, who asked you to trample on My hallyards?
Don’t bring any more worthless grain agivings. I hate your holysmokes, your New Moon Frols, your days of worship, and the gatherings you call. I can’t stand your evil meetings.
I hate your New Moon Frols and your andays. They’ve become a burden to me, and I’m tired of putting up with them.
So when you stretch out your hands in bead, I will shut my eyes so I won't see you. Even when you bid a lot,I will not listen since your hands are drenched in blood.
“Wash! Become clean! Get your evil doings out of My sight. Stop doing evil.
Learn to do good. Seek fairness. Arrest downtrodders. Bestand the fatherless. Forething on behalf of widows.
“Come on now, let’s talk about this!” says YHWH. “Though your sins are bright red, they will be made white as snow. Though they are dark red,they will be made white as wool.
If you are willing and hearsome, you will eat the best of the land.
But if you naysay and uprise, you will be foredone by swords.” YHWH has spoken.
Oh, how the trusty town has become a hooker! Once her deemhalls were fair, and rightness lived there. But now: murderers!
Your silver is not sheer. Your wine is watered down.
Your rulers are atspurners, friends with thieves. They all love buy-offs and run after gifts. They never bestand the fatherless. They don’t hear the widows’ inthings.
That’s why YHWH Drighten, the Mighty One of Israel, says, “I will get pay-back on My foes! I will bewreak My fiends.
I will lay My hand against you. I will get rid of all your spots with bleach. I will take away all your dross.
I will give you deemers like you had long ago, reeders like you had in the beginning. After that you will be called Rightwisburgh and Trustown.”
Zion will be burged by YHWH's fairness, and those who wend back will be forgiven by YHWH's rightwisness.
Atspurners and sinners will be crushed at the same time, and those who forsake YHWH will come to an end.
You will be ashamed of the oaks that you wanted to worship and blush for the garden shrines you chose.
You will be like an oak whose leaves wither and like a garden without water.
Strong folks will become tinder for a fire, and their work will be the spark. Both will burn together, and there will be no one to put out the fire.
This is what Isaiah, son of Amoz, saw about Judah and Jerusalem.
In the last days the hill of YHWH’s house will be set up at the top of the hills and raised above the dunes. All the leedships will stream to it.
Then many will come and say, “Let’s go to the hill of YHWH, to the house of the God of Jacob. And He will teach us His ways so that we can live by them.” The teachings will go out from Zion. YHWH's Word will go out from Jerusalem.
Then he will deem between the heathens and set things right for many folks. They will hammer their swords into plowblades and their spears into pruning knives. Heathen will never fight heathen, and they will never arready for war again.
Come, Jacoblings, let’s live in the light of YHWH.
But You have forsaken Your folk, the seeds of Jacob, for they are filled with Eastern sway. They are galderers like the Philisters, and they make deals with outlanders.
Their land is filled with silver and gold, and there is no end to their hordes. Their land is filled with horses, and there is no end to their wagons.
Their land is filled with falsegods, and they worship what their hands have made and what their fingers have shopen.
So when someone bows down and a weres bemeek themselves, you should not forgive them.
Go in among the rocks and hide underground from dread of YHWH and the wulder of His drightness.
Overproud folks will be made meek. High and mighty folks will be brought down. On that day YHWH only will be worshipped.
YHWH Drighten will have His day against all who are high and overproud, against all who lift themselves upagainst all the towering and mighty cedars of Lebanon and all the oaks of Bashan,
against all the high dunes and all the lofty hills,
against every high steeple and every afasted wall,
against all the great ships of Tarshish and all the sheenful boats.
Then the overproud will be brought down,and high and mighty folks will be made meek. On that day YHWH only will be worshipped.
Then falsegods will awerthe fully.
Folks will go into caves in the rocks and into holes in the ground to get away from YHWH’s dread and the wulder of His Drightness when he rises to dreaden the earth.
On that day folks will throw to the moles and the bats the silver and gold falsegods that they made for themselves to worship.
They will go into caves in the rocks and into cracks in the cliffs to get away from YHWH’s dread and the wulder of His Drightness when he rises to dreaden the earth.
Stop trusting wer. Its life is in its nostrils.How can it be worth anything?
Instead of the smell of forsmoke, there will be the stench of rotting. Instead of belts they will wear ropes. Instead of sheen hair bald heads. Instead of rich clothes sackcloth. Shame instead of sheenhood.
Women, your warriors will die in fighting. Your mighty men will die in battle.
The gates of Zion will weep and mourn, and she will sit on the ground, robbed of everything.
Let me sing a lovesong to my beloved about his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a blooming hill.
He dug it up, cleared it of stones, beworted it with the best vines, built a watchsteeple in it, and made a winethrimp in it. Then he waited for it to yield good wineberries, but it yielded only sour, wild wineberries.
Now then, you indwellers of Jerusalem and Judah, deem between Me and My vineyard!
What more could have been done for my vineyard than what I have already done for it? When I waited for it to yield good wineberries, why did it yield only sour, wild wineberries?
Now then, let me tell you what I will do to My vineyard. I will tear away its hedge so that it can be eaten up and tear down its wall so that it can be overtrod.
I will make it a wasteland. It will never be pruned or hoed. Thorns and weeds will grow in it, and I will bebid the clouds not to rain on it.
The vineyard of YHWH Drighten is the leed of Israel, and the folk of Judah are the garden of his queming. He looked for fairness but found bloodshed, for rightwisness but found needroups.
Woe to you who buy house after house and get field after field till there's room only for you to live in the land.
With my own ears I heard YHWH Drighten say, "Many houses will become empty. Large, sheen houses will be without anyone to live in them.
A ten-acre vineyard will yield only six gallons of wine, and two fourths of seed will yield only four fouths of grain."
Woe to those who get up early to look for a drink, who sit up late until they are drunk from wine.
At their merrymakings there are fiddles and harps, drums and horns, and wine. Yet, they don't pay heed to what YHWH is doing or see what his hands have done.
"My folk will go into ferried away since they are witless to what I'm doing. Athelmen will starve, and everyday folks will be dry with thirst."
That is why the grave's craving ekes. It opens its mouth sore wide so that athelmen and everyday folks will go down into it, so that the folk's wulder, with all their dinsome fun will go down into it.
Folks will be brought down. Everyone will be made meek. And the eyes of overproud folk will be brouth low.
YHWH Drighten will be worshipped when He deems. The holy God will show Himself to be holy when he does what is right.
Then lambs will graze as if they were in their own green abode, and outlanders will eat among the wastelands of the rich.
Woe to those who string folks along with lies and empty oaths, and sins with ropes of a wagon.
They say, "Let God hurry and quickly do his work so that we can see what He has in mind. Let the plan of the Holy One of Israel happen quickly so that we can understand what He is doing."
Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who make darkness light and light darkness, who make bitter sweet and sweet bitter.
Woe to those who think they are wise and think themselves shrewd.
Woe to those who are gods of drinking, who are heleths at mingling drinks,
who bequeath the guilty guiltless for a pay, who take away the rights of the upright.
So, as flames burn up straw and dry grass shrivels in flames, so their roots will rot, and their blossoms will blow away like dust, since they have gone against the teachings of YHWH Drighten and have scorned the word of the Holy One of Israel.
That's why the anger of YHWH burns hot against His folk, and has stretched out His fist against them to strike them. The hills shake in dread, and dead bodies lie like trash in the roadways. Even after all this, His anger has not stopped, and He will still stretch out His hand to strike.
YHWH raises up a flag for a folk far away. With a whistle He beckons those at the ends of the earth, and they are coming sore fast!
None of them grow tired or trip. None of them slumber or sleep. The belts on their waists aren't loose or their shoe straps broken.
Their arrows are sharpened; all their bows are ready to shoot. Their horses' hoofs are as hard as flint. Their wagon wheels like a whirl-wind.
They roar like a she-leow. They growl like a young leow. They growl as they snatch their kill and ferry it off to a stead beyond nerry.
On that day they will roar over their kill as the sea roars. If they look at the land, they will see only darkness and need. Even the light will be darkened by thick clouds.
YHWH said to me, "Get a big writing leaf, and write on it with a feather: 'Maher Shalal Hash Baz' [Hasten to the Loot, hurry to the kill].
I will have these trusty witnesses: the priest Uriah and Zechariah (son of Jeberechiah)."
I slept with the seer's wife. She became with-child and gave birth to a son. YHWH told me, "Name him Maher Shalal Hash Baz.
Before the bairn knows how to say 'Daddy' or 'Mommy,' the wealth of Damascus and the loot from Samarland will be ferried away to the king of Assyrland."
YHWH spoke to me again,
"These folks have cast away the softly flowing water of Shiloah and find glee in Rezin and Remaliah's son."
Drighten is going to bring against them the stark and mighty waters of the Goodford (Euphrates), namely the king of Assyrland with all his drightness. It will overflow all its fords and go over all its banks.
It will sweep through Judah. It will overflow and fare on; it will be neck-high. Its outspread wings will fill the breadth of your land, O Immanuel.
Band together, you folk, and dread. Hearken, all you far-off lands.
Plan and it will come to nothing. Queath and it will not come true, for God is with us!
This is what YHWH said with his stark hand on me. He warned me not to follow the ways of these folks:
"Don't hallow whatever these folks call hallowed. Don't fear what they fear. Don't let it bedread you."
But hallow YHWH Drighten. He is the One you should fear and dread.
He will be an haven for you. But He will also be a Rock that makes folks trip and a stumbling block for both rikes of Israel. He will be a trap and a snare for those who live in Jerusalem.
Many will stumble, fall, be broken, trapped, and caught.
Let my teaching be sealed: and my words be given to my followers alone.
I will wait for YHWH, who hides His neb from the seeds of Jacob. I will look for Him.
I am here with the children that YHWH has given me. We are marks and tokens in Israel from YHWH Drighten, who lives on Zion's hill.
If they tell you, "Ask for help from the ghosts and goblins, who whisper and mutter," shouldn't folks ask their God for help instead? Should they ask the dead to help the living?
Back to inlightening and God's Word! If anyone doesn't speak nigh this Word, there is no dawn on them.
They will wayfare through the land when they are weighed-down and hungry. When they are hungry, they will be ireful. When they will look up, awerry their king and God.
They will look at the earth and see only darkness and gloom. They will go into black night where there is no seeing.
But for the land that is in need there will be no more gloom. Of old, God bemeeked the lands of Zebulun and Naphtali. But in the end He will bring wulder to the road by the sea, to the land over the Jordan, to Galilee, where the Heathen live.
The folks that walk in darkness will see a great light. On those who live in the land of gloom a light will shine.
You will make the leed grow, and you will make the folks happy. They will be glad before You like those who frolic at harvest or glee when splitting up the loot.
You will break the yoke that burdens them, the bar that is over their shoulders, and the stick brooked by their downtrodder, as you did in the battle against Midian.
Every warrior's boot trodding to the swey of fight and every clothing rolled in blood will be burned as firefod.
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given. The rike will rest on his shoulders. He will be named: Wonderful, Reder, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, Atheling of Frith.
His rike and frith will have grow endlessly. He will set up David's throne and rikedom. He will uphold it with fairness and rightwisness now and forever. YHWH Drighten is earnest to do this!
YHWH sent a word against Jacob, and it falls on Israel.
All the folk of Ephraim and the folk who live in Samarland will know it. With proud and bold hearts they will say,
"Bricks have fallen, but we will build anew with hand-cut stones. Fig trees have been cut down, but we will edstow them with cedars."
Still, YHWH will set Rezin's foes against Israel and will stir up its feinds-
the Aramealings from the east and the Philistlings from the west. With open mouths they will gobble Israel. Even after all this, His ire will not die down, and He is still ready to strike.
But the folk will not wend back to the One who strikes them, nor will they ask for help from YHWH Drighten.
So in one day YHWH will cut off Israel's head and tail, the reed and palm bough.
The Elders and athel are the head. Seers who teach lies are the tail.
Those who guide these folks lead them astray. Those who are guided by them will be fordone.
That is why Drighten won't spare their youth, nor will he feel sorry for their fatherless and widows. For they are all godless evildoers, and every mouth speaks daftness. Even after all this, His ire will not die down, and He is still ready to strike.
Yes, wickedness burns like fire. It burns up briars and thorns. It sets the underbrush in the treeyard on fire, and it whirls upward in clouds of smoke.
The ire of YHWH Drighten will bewhalve the land, and the folk are like firefod. No one cares for each other:
On the right, one gobbles up food and is still starving. On the left, another eats and is never full. Everyone eats the flesh of their own children.
Manasseh scarfs down Ephraim. Ephraim scarfs down Manasseh. Both attack Judah. Even after all this, His ire will not die down, and He is still ready to strike.
And there shall come out a shoot from the stock of Jesse, And out of his roots a branch will spring.
And the poost of YHWH will rest upon Him, the poost of wisdom and understanding, the poost of rede and strength, the poost of the knowledge and fear of YHWH.
By his queming in the poost of YHWH, he will not deem after the sight of his eyes, nor choose after the hearing of his ears.
But he will deem the needy in fairness, and will choose with evenness for the meek of the earth. And he will strike the earth with the rod of his mouth, and with the poost of his lips kill the wicked.
Fairness will be the belt around his waist. Trustiness will be the belt around his hips.
Wolves will live with lambs. Spotleows will lie down with goats. Calves, young leows, and year-old lambs will be together, and a little child will be leading them.
Cows and bears will eat together. Their young will lie down together. Leows will eat straw like oxen.
Sucklings will play near nadders' holes. Toddlers will put their hands into adders' nests.
They will not hurt or fordo anyone anywhere on My holy hill. The world will be filled with the knowledge of YHWH like water filling the sea.
At that time the root of Jesse will stand as a beacon for the folks to gather around. The heathens will come to him. His abode will be wulderful.
At that time Drighten will reach with might to get back at those who are left of His folk from Assyrland, Upper and Lower Egyptland, Sudan, Elam, Babylon, Hamath, and the ilands of the sea.
He will raise a beacon for the heathens to gather around. He will gather the outcasts of Israel and bring together the besundered folk of Judah from the four ends of the earth.
Ephraim will be andy no longer, and Judah's foes will come to an end. Ephraim won't be andy of Judah, and Judah won't go against Ephraim.
They will swoop down on the slopes of Philist in the west. Together they will loot the folk of the east. They will overtake Edom and Moab. The folk of Ammon will be under them.
YHWH will dry up the searm of the Egyptlandish Sea. He will shake His fist over the Goodford Stream with his scorching wind and split it into seven streams so that folks can walk over it in their shoes.
There will be a highway for those who are left of His folk left in Assyrland like there was for Israel when it came out of Egypt.
Send lambs to the ruler of the land. Send lambs from Sela through the wasteland to my folk at Zion's hill.
Moab's daughters are like fluttering birds, like besundered nestlings, at the shallow fords of the Arnon.
Give us rede. Make a choosing. At high noon make your shadow as dark as night. Hide the fleers. Don't betray the haven-seekers.
Let those who have been driven from Moab stay with you a while. Be their haven from the foe. Ruthless folks will come to an end. The fordoing will end. The one who stomps on others will be gone.
Then YHWH will set up a trusted king. He will rule in love. He is from the hut of David, seeking fairness and quick to do what is right.
We've heard of Moab's pride. They are haughty. We've heard of their boasting, flashiness, and overpride, but their boasts aren't true.
That is why Moab will wail over Moab. Everyone will wail over Moab. Mourn and grieve over the dried-wineberry cakes of Brickwall.
The fields of Heshbon and the vineyards of Sibmah wither. Rulers of the leedships have cut off their wineberries. The vines once reached as far as Jazer and strayed out into the wasteland. Their shoots had spread out over the sea.
I will weep for the vines of Sibmah like Jazer weeps for them. I will drench you with my tears, Heshbon and Elealeh. The win-shouts for your ripened berries and your harvest will be hushed.
Mirth and glee have dwined from the orchards. No songs are sung. No shouts are raised. No one stomps on berries in the winethrutches, since I have put an end to the shouts of glee.
That is why my heart mourns for Moab like a harp. My soul mourns for Brickwall.
When Moab shows up at the worship site, they will only wear themselves out. They will come into the holy stead to bid, but they will fail.
This is what YHWH said about Moab of yore.
But now YHWH says, "Moab's are will be loathed within three years. I will tally them like workers tally the years left of their bonds. In spite of their maniness, the outlasters will be sore few and areless."