Here is a message about the Valley of Vision: What is the reason that all of you go up to the rooftops?

This is what the sovereign master, the Lord who commands armies, says: “Go visit this administrator, Shebna, who supervises the palace, and tell him:

Here is a message about Tyre: Wail, you large ships, for the port is too devastated to enter! From the land of Cyprus this news is announced to them.

the deep waters! Grain from the Shihor region, crops grown near the Nile she receives; she is the trade center of the nations.

When the news reaches Egypt, they will be shaken by what has happened to Tyre.

Who planned this for royal Tyre, whose merchants are princes, whose traders are the dignitaries of the earth?

Daughter Tarshish, travel back to your land, as one crosses the Nile; there is no longer any marketplace in Tyre.

Look at the land of the Chaldeans, these people who have lost their identity! The Assyrians have made it a home for wild animals. They erected their siege towers, demolished its fortresses, and turned it into a heap of ruins.

At the end of seventy years the Lord will revive Tyre. She will start making money again by selling her services to all the earth’s kingdoms.

The earth will be completely devastated and thoroughly ransacked. For the Lord has decreed this judgment.

The one who runs away from the sound of the terror will fall into the pit; the one who climbs out of the pit, will be trapped by the snare. For the floodgates of the heavens are opened up and the foundations of the earth shake.

O Lord, you are my God! I will exalt you in praise, I will extol your fame. For you have done extraordinary things, and executed plans made long ago exactly as you decreed.

The Lord who commands armies will hold a banquet for all the nations on this mountain. At this banquet there will be plenty of meat and aged wine – tender meat and choicest wine.

Moab will spread out its hands in the middle of it, just as a swimmer spreads his hands to swim; the Lord will bring down Moab’s pride as it spreads its hands.

O Lord, you make us secure, for even all we have accomplished, you have done for us.

O Lord, our God, masters other than you have ruled us, but we praise your name alone.

When its branches get brittle, they break; women come and use them for kindling. For these people lack understanding, therefore the one who made them has no compassion on them; the one who formed them has no mercy on them.

Who is the Lord trying to teach? To whom is he explaining a message? Those just weaned from milk! Those just taken from their mother’s breast!

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

For with mocking lips and a foreign tongue he will speak to these people.