<p class="poetry">The <sc>Lordsc> who commands armies planned it &#8211;p> <p class="poetry">to dishonor the pride that comes from all her beauty,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">to humiliate all the dignitaries of the earth.p>

<p class="poetry">At that time<n id="1" /> the <sc>Lordsc> who commands armies will become a beautiful crownp> <p class="poetry">and a splendid diadem for the remnant of his people.p>

<p class="poetry">Babylon, the most admired<n id="1" /> of kingdoms,p> <p class="poetry">the Chaldeans&#8217; source of honor and pride,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">will be destroyed by Godp> <p class="poetry">just as Sodom and Gomorrah were.<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">From the ends of the earth we<n id="1" /> hear songs &#8211;p> <p class="poetry">the Just One is majestic.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">But I<n id="3" /> say, &#8220;I&#8217;m wasting away! I&#8217;m wasting away! I&#8217;m doomed!p> <p class="poetry">Deceivers deceive, deceivers thoroughly deceive!&#8221;<n id="4" />p>

<t /><p class="poetry">The splendid crown of Ephraim&#8217;s drunkards is doomed,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">the withering flower, its beautiful splendor,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">situated<n id="3" /> at the head of a rich valley,p> <p class="poetry">the crown of those overcome with wine.<n id="4" />p>

So look, I am about to open up Moab&#8217;s flank,<n id="1" /> eliminating the cities,<n id="2" /> including its frontier cities,<n id="3" /> the beauty of the land &#8211; Beth Jeshimoth, Baal Meon, and Kiriathaim.

He will pitch his royal tents between the seas<n id="1" /> toward the beautiful holy mountain. But he will come to his end, with no one to help him.p>

<p class="poetry">The withering flower, its beautiful splendor,p> <p class="poetry">situated at the head of a rich valley,p> <p class="poetry">will be like an early fig before harvest &#8211;p> <p class="poetry">as soon as someone notices it,p> <p class="poetry">he grabs it and swallows it.<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">&#8220;I thought to myself,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">&#8216;Oh what a joy it would be for me to treat you like a son!<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">What a joy it would be for me to give<n id="3" /> you a pleasant land,p> <p class="poetry">the most beautiful piece of property there is in all the world!&#8217;<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">I thought you would call me, &#8216;Father&#8217;<n id="5" />p> <p class="poetry">and would never cease being loyal to me.<n id="6" />p>

On that day I swore<n id="1" /> to bring them out of the land of Egypt to a land which I had picked out<n id="2" /> for them, a land flowing with milk and honey,<n id="3" /> the most beautiful of all lands.

I also swore<n id="1" /> to them in the wilderness that I would not bring them to the land I had given them &#8211; a land flowing with milk and honey, the most beautiful of all lands.

then I will bring you down to bygone people,<n id="1" /> to be with those who descend to the pit. I will make you live in the lower parts of the earth, among<n id="2" /> the primeval ruins, with those who descend to the pit, so that you will not be inhabited or stand<n id="3" /> in the land of the living.