CHAPTER 33
1Woe, plunderer, and you are not plundered,
traitor, and they did not betray you.
When you are done plundering, you shall be plundered,
when you finish betraying, they shall betray you.
2O LORD, show us grace, in You we hope,
be our arm every morning,
yes, our rescue in a time of distress.
3From the sound of a tumult peoples have fled,
from Your loftiness nations have scattered.
4And the spoil was gathered as locusts are gathered,
like grasshoppers whirring, they whir over it.
5Lofty is the LORD, for He dwells on high,
He has filled Zion with justice and righteousness.
6And He shall be the trust of your times,
power to rescue, wisdom and knowledge,
fear of the LORD, that is his treasure.
7Look, the Arielites screamed in the streets,
messengers of peace wept bitterly.
8The highways are desolate,
no wayfarer comes.
He has broken the treaty,
made no account of man.
9Mourning, forlorn, is the land
He has shamed Lebanon, it withers.
Sharon has become like a desert
and Bashan and Carmel stripped bare.
10Now will I rise, says the LORD,
now will I loom, now be raised.
11You shall conceive chaff, give birth to straw—
My breath shall consume you in fire.
12And peoples shall be burnings of lime,
thorns cut down that go up in fire
13Hear, you who are far off, what I have done,
and mark, you who are close, My might.
14Offenders have feared in Zion,
trembling has seized the tainted.
Who of us can abide the consuming fire,
who of us can abide the eternal flames?
15He who walks in righteousness, speaking truth,
spurning oppression’s profit,
who shakes his hands clean from holding a bribe,
stops up his ears from hearing blood-schemes
and shuts his eyes from looking at evil.
16It is he who dwells on the heights,
the fortress of crags his stronghold,
his bread provided, his water secure.
17A king in his beauty your eyes shall behold,
they shall see a land stretched out to the distance.
18Your heart shall murmur in awe,
“Where is he who counts, where is he who weighs,
where is he who counts the towers?”
19A fearsome people you shall not see,
a people with a tongue too unfathomable to grasp,
a barbaric language beyond understanding.
20Behold Jerusalem, our festival city,
the tranquil dwelling, a tent not to be moved.
Its pegs are not pulled up ever
and all its cords never are snapped.
21For there the LORD is mighty for us
a place of rivers, wide streams,
nor mighty vessels pass,
22For the LORD is our judge, the LORD our leader,
the LORD is our king, He rescues us.
23Your ropes have come loose,
they cannot hold up their mast,
they cannot unfurl the sail.
Then were great spoils shared out,
the very lame have taken plunder.
24And he who dwells there won’t say, “I am ill.”
The people who live there are pardoned of crime.