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²⁵That I will break Asshur in My land,

And upon My mountains tread him under foot;

Then shall his yoke depart from off them,

And his burden depart from off their shoulder.

²⁶This is the purpose that is purposed upon the whole earth;

And this is the hand that is stretched out upon all the nations.

²⁷For the Lord of hosts hath purposed,

And who shall disannul it?

And His hand is stretched out,

And who shall turn it back?

²⁸In the year that king Ahaz died was this burden.

²⁹Rejoice not, O Philistia, all of thee,

Because the rod that smote thee is broken:

For out of the serpent's root shall come forth a basilisk,

And his fruit shall be a flying serpent.

³⁰And the first-born of the poor shall feed,

And the needy shall lie down in safety;

And I will kill thy root with famine,

And thy remnant shall be slain

³¹Howl, O gate; cry, O city;

Melt away, O Philistia, all of thee;

For there cometh a smoke out of the north,

And there is no straggler in his ranks.

³²What then shall one answer the messengers of the nation?

That the Lord hath founded Zion,

And in her shall the afflicted of His people take refuge.

15The burden of Moab.

For in the night that Ar of Moab is laid waste,

He is brought to ruin;

For in the night that Kir of Moab is laid waste,

He is brought to ruin.

²He is gone up to Baith, and to Dibon,

To the high places, to weep;

Upon Nebo, and upon Medeba, Moab howleth;

On all their heads is baldness,

Every beard is shaven.

³In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth;

On their housetops, and in their broad places,

Every one howleth, weeping profusely.

⁴And Heshbon crieth out, and Elealeh;

Their voice is heard even unto Jahaz;

Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud;

His soul is faint within him.

⁵My heart crieth out for Moab;

Her fugitives reach unto Zoar,

A heifer of three years old;

For by the ascent of Luhith

With weeping they go up;

For in the way of Horonaim

They raise up a cry of destruction.

⁶For the Waters of Nimrim shall be desolate;

For the grass is withered away, the herbage faileth,

There is no green thing.

⁷Therefore the abundance they have gotten,

And that which they have laid up,

Shall they carry away to the brook of the willows.

⁸For the cry is gone round about

The borders of Moab;

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