Knox Bible

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Word came to me from the Lord:

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Wilt thou not arraign them, citizens of this murderous place, wilt thou not arraign them?

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Confront them with their foul misdeeds, and give them this message from the Lord God: Here is a city that hastens her own end with open bloodshed, soils herself with idols to her own undoing.

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Blood-spilth and idol-filth have brought thy time nearer, shortened thy years; what marvel if I let the heathen reproach thee, a whole world mock thee?

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What marvel if men exult over thee, far and near, great only in thy misfortune, as thou art renowned only for thy shame?

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No better title now to Israel’s nobility, than to fill those streets with blood!

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Home of wrong, where father and mother are despised, the stranger oppressed, widow and orphan ill-used!

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My sanctuary, how it is despised, my sabbath how profaned!

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Innocent lives sworn away, feasting at the hill-shrines, and foul deeds done besides;

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see where a father’s bed is dishonoured, a woman pleads her defilement in vain;

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neighbour comes lecherously between his neighbour’s sheets, father beds incestuously with his son’s wife, brother mates with sister sprung of the same blood!

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The murderer’s hire, usury and extortion, gains won by violence; and of me, the Lord God says, never a thought!

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Well may I smite hands together, indignant at thy ill-gotten gains, thy murderous doings;

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will thy courage be so high, thy arm so powerful, when it is I that reckon with thee? What the Lord threatens, the Lord fulfils.

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Far will I banish thee, widely scatter thee, and bring the tale of thy shame to an end;

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so I will claim my rights over thee for all the world to see, and thou shalt learn at last my power.

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And word came to me from the Lord:

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Son of man, where the race of Israel shews in the heart of the furnace, nothing I find but dross; all is copper, and tin, and iron, and lead; dross of silver where silver should be.

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This warning, then, the Lord God has for them: I mean to shut you up in Jerusalem, dross as you are;

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this shall be your furnace, silver and copper and tin and iron and lead, all together; and I will light a fire to smelt you. There my angry vengeance shall imprison you, and I will give you respite for a little, and then melt you down.

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Beleaguered there, with the fire of my anger to smelt you

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like silver in the furnace, you shall feel the force of the Lord’s vengeance at last.

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Then word came to me from the Lord:

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Son of man, tell the land of Juda that it is unclean, and, when my vengeance falls on it, rain it shall have none.

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What of the prophets?✻ A sworn conspiracy; lions roaring for their prey, the lives of men; wealth and treasure they must have; there be widows everywhere.

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What of the priests? Priests, that despise my law, violate my sanctuary, cannot tell sacred from profane, count all one, clean or unclean; priests, that leave my own sabbath unregarded; am I not defiled by their company?

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What of the nobles? Ravening wolves, all blood and murder, greedy for gain;

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and here are the prophets with their untempered mortar, their vain dreams and false auguries, crying a message from the Lord when message from the Lord they have none.

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Great wrong the citizens themselves do, robbing where they will, harrying the helpless poor, oppressing the stranger and denying him redress.

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Who would close the breach, intercede with me to spare the land from ruin? Never a man was found!

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What wonder if I have poured out my vengeance, burnt them up in my anger? It was but their deserts I gave them, says the Lord God.