Arrange the table, lay out the carpet, eat and drink! Get up, you officers, smear oil on the shields!

In a burst of anger I rejected you momentarily, but with lasting devotion I will have compassion on you,” says your protector, the Lord.

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

The Lord told me, “Take a large tablet and inscribe these words on it with an ordinary stylus: ‘Maher-Shalal-Hash-Baz.’

On a bare hill raise a signal flag, shout to them, wave your hand, so they might enter the gates of the princes!

Look, the nations are like a drop in a bucket; they are regarded as dust on the scales. He lifts the coastlands as if they were dust.

I post watchmen on your walls, O Jerusalem; they should keep praying all day and all night. You who pray to the Lord, don’t be silent!

Men bow down to them in homage, they lie flat on the ground in worship. Don’t spare them!

Does a farmer just keep on plowing at planting time? Does he keep breaking up and harrowing his ground?

Wake up! Wake up! Clothe yourself with strength, O Zion! Put on your beautiful clothes, O Jerusalem, holy city! For uncircumcised and unclean pagans will no longer invade you.

Then the guard cries out: “On the watchtower, O sovereign master, I stand all day long; at my post I am stationed every night.

On this mountain he will swallow up the shroud that is over all the peoples, the woven covering that is over all the nations;

In the year of King Uzziah’s death, I saw the sovereign master seated on a high, elevated throne. The hem of his robe filled the temple.

(9:1) The people walking in darkness see a bright light; light shines on those who live in a land of deep darkness.

This is a message about the animals in the Negev: Through a land of distress and danger, inhabited by lionesses and roaring lions, by snakes and darting adders, they transport their wealth on the backs of donkeys, their riches on the humps of camels, to a nation that cannot help them.

Look, you must be trusting in Egypt, that splintered reed staff. If someone leans on it for support, it punctures his hand and wounds him. That is what Pharaoh king of Egypt does to all who trust in him!

When you enter my presence, do you actually think I want this – animals trampling on my courtyards?

So King Sennacherib of Assyria broke camp and went on his way. He went home and stayed in Nineveh.

Why are your clothes red? Why do you look like someone who has stomped on grapes in a vat?

who led them through the deep water? Like a horse running on flat land they did not stumble.