You will see a king in his splendor; you will see a wide land.

A voice cries out, “In the wilderness clear a way for the Lord; construct in the desert a road for our God.

Indeed, you have made the city into a heap of rubble, the fortified town into a heap of ruins; the fortress of foreigners is no longer a city, it will never be rebuilt.

When that time comes, sing about a delightful vineyard!

Indeed, a large vineyard will produce just a few gallons, and enough seed to yield several bushels will produce less than a bushel.”

Look, a king will promote fairness; officials will promote justice.

Can spoils be taken from a warrior, or captives be rescued from a conqueror?

A crushed reed he will not break, a dim wick he will not extinguish; he will faithfully make just decrees.

A craftsman casts an idol; a metalsmith overlays it with gold and forges silver chains for it.

A fool will no longer be called honorable; a deceiver will no longer be called principled.

They hatch the eggs of a poisonous snake and spin a spider’s web. Whoever eats their eggs will die, a poisonous snake is hatched.

He built a hedge around it, removed its stones, and planted a vine. He built a tower in the middle of it, and constructed a winepress. He waited for it to produce edible grapes, but it produced sour ones instead.

Now go, write it down on a tablet in their presence, inscribe it on a scroll, so that it might be preserved for a future time as an enduring witness.

They will be imprisoned in a pit, locked up in a prison, and after staying there for a long time, they will be punished.

One thousand will scurry at the battle cry of one enemy soldier; at the battle cry of five enemy soldiers you will all run away, until the remaining few are as isolated as a flagpole on a mountaintop or a signal flag on a hill.”

I will fasten him like a peg into a solid place; he will bring honor and respect to his father’s family.

This is what the Lord says, the one who made a road through the sea, a pathway through the surging waters,

For a short time your special nation possessed a land, but then our adversaries knocked down your holy sanctuary.

Then the Lord will create over all of Mount Zion and over its convocations a cloud and smoke by day and a bright flame of fire by night; indeed a canopy will accompany the Lord’s glorious presence.

The earth will stagger around like a drunk; it will sway back and forth like a hut in a windstorm. Its sin will weigh it down, and it will fall and never get up again.