when I prescribed its limits, and set in place its bolts and doors,

By his breath the skies became fair; his hand pierced the fleeing serpent.

I will lay your cities waste and make your sanctuaries desolate, and I will refuse to smell your soothing aromas.

The Lord says, “Army of Babylon, go and attack a nation that lives in peace and security. They have no gates or walls to protect them. They live all alone.

I will break the bar on the gate of Damascus. I will remove the ruler from Wicked Valley, the one who holds the royal scepter from Beth Eden. The people of Aram will be deported to Kir.” The Lord has spoken!

When I bring you out from the nations and gather you from the lands where you are scattered, I will accept you along with your soothing aroma. I will display my holiness among you in the sight of the nations.