Daughter Zion is left isolated, like a hut in a vineyard, or a shelter in a cucumber field; she is a besieged city.

Your chosen cities have become a desert; Zion has become a desert, Jerusalem is a desolate ruin.

Each of them will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from a rainstorm; like streams of water in a dry region and like the shade of a large cliff in a parched land.

He will become a sanctuary, but a stone that makes a person trip, and a rock that makes one stumble – to the two houses of Israel. He will become a trap and a snare to the residents of Jerusalem.

A putrid stench will replace the smell of spices, a rope will replace a belt, baldness will replace braided locks of hair, a sackcloth garment will replace a fine robe, and a prisoner’s brand will replace beauty.

At that time a man will keep alive a young cow from the herd and a couple of goats.

Here is a message about Damascus: “Look, Damascus is no longer a city, it is a heap of ruins!

For you are a protector for the poor, a protector for the needy in their distress, a shelter from the rainstorm, a shade from the heat. Though the breath of tyrants is like a winter rainstorm,

Look, I made him a witness to nations, a ruler and commander of nations.”

Indeed, they will hear meaningless gibberish, senseless babbling, a syllable here, a syllable there.

As a young man marries a young woman, so your sons will marry you. As a bridegroom rejoices over a bride, so your God will rejoice over you.

A remnant will come back, a remnant of Jacob, to the mighty God.

I will sing to my love – a song to my lover about his vineyard. My love had a vineyard on a fertile hill.

until I come and take you to a land just like your own – a land of grain and new wine, a land of bread and vineyards.

A wolf will reside with a lamb, and a leopard will lie down with a young goat; an ox and a young lion will graze together, as a small child leads them along.

All the stars in the sky will fade away, the sky will roll up like a scroll; all its stars will wither, like a leaf withers and falls from a vine or a fig withers and falls from a tree.

Certainly caraway seed is not threshed with a sledge, nor is the wheel of a cart rolled over cumin seed. Certainly caraway seed is beaten with a stick, and cumin seed with a flail.

In just a very short time Lebanon will turn into an orchard, and the orchard will be considered a forest.

Look, the sovereign master sends a strong, powerful one. With the force of a hailstorm or a destructive windstorm, with the might of a driving, torrential rainstorm, he will knock that crown to the ground with his hand.

A shoot will grow out of Jesse’s root stock, a bud will sprout from his roots.