<p class="poetry">The dry soil will become a pool of water,p> <p class="poetry">the parched ground springs of water.p> <p class="poetry">Where jackals once lived and sprawled out,p> <p class="poetry">grass, reeds, and papyrus will grow.p>

<p class="poetry">I spread out my hands all day longp> <p class="poetry">to my rebellious people,p> <p class="poetry">who lived in a way that is morally unacceptable,p> <p class="poetry">and who did what they desired.<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">I cry out<n id="1" /> until morning;p> <p class="poetry">like a lion he shatters all my bones;p> <p class="poetry">you turn day into night and end my life.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">The fishermen will mourn and lament,p> <p class="poetry">all those who cast a fishhook into the river,p> <p class="poetry">and those who spread out a net on the water&#8217;s surface will grieve.<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">This desolation will continue until new life is poured out on us from heaven.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">Then the desert will become an orchardp> <p class="poetry">and the orchard will be considered a forest.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">Egypt will not be able to do a thing,p> <p class="poetry">head or tail, shoots and stalk.<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">Those who live uprightly enter a place of peace;p> <p class="poetry">they rest on their beds.<n id="1" />p>

I then had sexual relations with the prophetess; she conceived and gave birth to a son. The <sc>Lordsc> told me, &#8220;Name him Maher-Shalal-Hash-Baz,

<p class="poetry">The splendor of his forest and his orchardp> <p class="poetry">will be completely destroyed,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">as when a sick man&#8217;s life ebbs away.<n id="2" />p>

<t /><p class="poetry">&#8220;Shout loudly! Don&#8217;t be quiet!p> <p class="poetry">Yell as loud as a trumpet!p> <p class="poetry">Confront my people with their rebellious deeds;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">confront Jacob&#8217;s family with their sin!<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">At the fords of the Arnon<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">the Moabite women are like a birdp> <p class="poetry">that flies about when forced from its nest.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">This is the person who will live in a secure place;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">he will find safety in the rocky, mountain strongholds;<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">he will have foodp> <p class="poetry">and a constant supply of water.p>

<t /><p class="bodytext">In the year of King Uzziah&#8217;s death,<n id="1" /> I saw the sovereign master<n id="2" /> seated on a high, elevated throne. The hem of his robe filled the temple.

<p class="poetry">You<n id="1" /> will hear a word spoken behind you, saying,p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;This is the correct<n id="2" /> way, walk in it,&#8221;p> <p class="poetry">whether you are heading to the right or the left.p>

<p class="poetry">If only you had obeyed my<n id="1" /> commandments,p> <p class="poetry">prosperity would have flowed to you like a river,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">deliverance would have come to you like the waves of the sea.<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">Look, the sovereign <sc>Lordsc> helps me.p> <p class="poetry">Who dares to condemn me?p> <p class="poetry">Look, all of them will wear out like clothes;p> <p class="poetry">a moth will eat away at them.p>

<p class="poetry">You were once abandonedp> <p class="poetry">and despised, with no one passing through,p> <p class="poetry">but I will make you<n id="1" /> a permanent source of pridep> <p class="poetry">and joy to coming generations.p>

<p class="poetry">Nations will see your vindication,p> <p class="poetry">and all kings your splendor.p> <p class="poetry">You will be called by a new namep> <p class="poetry">that the <sc>Lordsc> himself will give you.<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">&#8220;I will turn her into a place that is overrun with wild animals<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">and covered with pools of stagnant water.p> <p class="poetry">I will get rid of her, just as one sweeps away dirt with a broom,&#8221;<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">says the <sc>Lordsc> who commands armies.p>

<p class="poetry">Does a farmer just keep on plowing at planting time?<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">Does he keep breaking up and harrowing his ground?p>