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Isaiah 14
The Fall of the Oppressor
The LORD will have compassion on Jacob and again choose Israel. He will settle them on their own land. Resident foreigners will join them and attach themselves to the house of Jacob.
Peoples will bring them to their own place, and the house of Israel will possess those peoples as male and female slaves in the LORD’s land. They will capture their captors and rule over their oppressors.
When the LORD gives you rest from pain, turmoil, and the harsh labor forced upon you,
you will take up this taunt against Babylon’s king:
“How the oppressor has stopped!
How his extortion has ended!
The LORD has broken the wicked’s staff,
the rulers’ rod,
which struck peoples in fury
with blows that never stopped,
which ruled nations in anger
with unrelenting pursuit.
All the earth rests, quiet at last;
it breaks into joyful song.
Even the cypresses rejoice over you,
and Lebanon’s cedars:
‘Since you were laid low,
no woodcutter comes against us.’
Sheol below stirs to meet you when you come.
It rouses the shades for you,
all the earth’s leaders;
it lifts from their thrones
all the kings of nations.
They all answer you:
‘You too have become weak like us!
You have become one of us!’
Your pomp has been brought down to Sheol,
with the sound of your harps.
Maggots are spread beneath you;
worms are your covering.
How you have fallen from heaven,
shining one, son of Dawn!
You are cut down to the earth,
you who laid nations low.
You said in your heart,
‘I will ascend to heaven;
above God’s stars I will raise my throne.
I will sit on the mountain of assembly,
in the far reaches of Zaphon.
I will ascend above the cloud heights;
I will make myself like the Most High.’
But down to Sheol you are brought,
to the deepest reaches of the Pit.
Those who see you will stare and ponder:
‘Is this the man who made the earth tremble,
who shook kingdoms,
who made the world a wilderness
and demolished its cities,
who would not release his prisoners to go home?’
All the kings of nations lie in honor,
each in his own tomb.
But you are thrown away from your grave
like a despised branch,
clothed with the slain, pierced by swords,
who go down to the stones of the Pit—
like a corpse trampled underfoot.
You will not join them in burial,
for you ruined your land and killed your people.
May evildoers’ offspring never be named again!
Prepare a slaughtering place for his sons
because of their fathers’ guilt,
so they cannot rise and possess the land
and fill the world’s surface with cities.”
“I will rise against them,” declares the LORD of hosts. “I will cut off from Babylon name and remnant, offspring and descendants,” declares the LORD.
“I will make it a possession for hedgehogs and pools of water. I will sweep it with the broom of destruction,” declares the LORD of hosts.
The LORD of hosts has sworn:
“As I have intended, so it will happen;
as I have planned, so it will stand:
I will break Assyria in my land,
trample him on my mountains.
His yoke will leave them;
his burden will leave their shoulders.”
This is the plan made for all the earth;
this is the hand stretched over all the nations.
The LORD of hosts has planned it—who can thwart it?
His hand is stretched out—who can turn it back?
This oracle came in the year King Ahaz died:
Do not rejoice, all Philistia,
that the rod striking you is broken.
From the snake’s root a viper will come,
and its fruit will be a flying fiery serpent.
The poorest of the poor will graze,
and the needy lie down safely.
But I will kill your root with famine;
it will slay your remnant.
Wail, gate! Cry out, city!
Melt away, all Philistia!
Smoke comes from the north,
and none strays from its ranks.
What answer should be given to a nation’s messengers?
“The LORD founded Zion,
and his people’s afflicted find refuge there.”