Isaiah 13

Rotherham(i) 1 The oracle on Babylon,––of which Isaiah, son of Amoz, had vision:–– 2 Upon a bare mountain, lift ye up a standard, Raise high the voice, to them, Wave the hand, That they may enter the doors of nobles. 3 I myself, have given charge to my hallowed ones,––Yea I have called, My heroes in showing mine anger, My proudly, exulting ones. 4 The noise of a multitude in the mountains, A resemblance of many people,––The noise of a tumult of kingdoms, Nations gathered together, Yahweh of hosts, mustering a host for battle! 5 They are coming in, From a land far away, From the utmost bound of the heavens,––Yahweh––with his weapons of indignation, To destroy the land.
6 Howl ye! for at hand, is the day of Yahweh,––As a veritable destruction from the Almighty, shall it come. 7 For this cause––All hands, shall hang down,––and, Every mortal heart, melt. 8 And they shall be in distress––Writhings and pains, shall lay hold, As a woman in childbirth, shall they be in pangs,––Every one, at his neighbour, shall look in amazement, Faces of flames, their faces! 9 Lo! the day of Yahweh, coming in, Fierce and overflowing, and burning with anger,––To devote the earth to desolation, And her sinners, will he destroy out of it. 10 For, the stars of the heavens, and their constellations, shall not flash forth their light,––Obscured, shall be, the sun, in his, going forth, And, the moon, shall not shed her light. 11 And I will visit, upon the inhabited earth, calamity, And, upon the lawless, their punishment, And will quiet the arrogance of the proud, And, the loftiness of tyrants, will I lay low. 12 I will cause, a man, to be more precious than, fine gold,––Even, a son of earth, than, the finest gold of Ophir. 13 For this cause, the heavens, will I disturb, And, the earth, shall tremble, out of her place,––In the wrath of Yahweh of hosts, And in the day of the glow of his anger. 14 And it shall be––Like a gazelle that is chased, And like a sheep with none, to lift it up,––Each, to his own people, will they turn, And, each, to his own land, will they flee: 15 Every one found, shall be thrust through,––And, every one taken, shall fall by the sword; 16 And, their infants, shall be dashed to the ground, before their eyes,––Plundered, shall be, their houses, and, their wives ravished. 17 Behold me! stirring up against them, the Medes,––Who, of silver, shall take no account, And, as for gold, they shall not delight in it; 18 And, bows, shall dash the young to pieces,––And, on the fruit of the womb, will they have no pity, Over children, will, their eye, throw no shield.
19 Thus shall Babylon––The most lovely of kingdoms, The majestic beauty of the Chaldees––Become, as in the divine overthrow of Sodom and Gomorrah. 20 It shall not be dwelt, in for ever, Neither shall it be inhabited, from generation to generation,––Neither shall encamp there, an Arab, Nor, shepherds, fold their flocks there. 21 Then shall lie down, there, wild beasts, And filled, shall be their houses, with, owls,––Then shall inhabit there, the ostrich, And, shaggy creatures, shall dance there. 22 And jackals, shall answer, in their citadels, And, wild dogs, in their voluptuous palaces,––And near to come, is, her time, And, her days, shall not be delayed.