The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Prophecy of Isaias
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Chapter 32
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See, where a king rules his folk justly! His nobles, too, make right award;✻
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to them men look, as for shelter against the wind, cover in a storm; for running streams in drought, shade of towering rock in a parched land.
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Eyes they will have to see with, no darkness there; ears that are strained to listen attentively;
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rude minds shall learn wise thoughts, the stammering tongue speak out readily and clear.
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Noble rank shall no longer be for the reckless, or lordly titles for the crafty.
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The reckless man, that speaks ever recklessly, his heart set on mischief, still full of empty show, and blasphemy against the Lord; food to the hungry, drink to the thirsty denying still!
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And the crafty man, an ill craft is his, false pleas devising to ruin harmless folk, cheat the poor of their rights!
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From a noble nature spring noble acts; title is none to greatness higher than this.
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Bestir you, fine ladies, and listen; for ears untroubled by alarm I have a message.
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Swiftly the days pass, the year goes round, and you shall have trouble enough, anxious foreboding, when the vintage fails, and no fruit-harvest comes.
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Bewildered, the minds that were once at ease, full of foreboding, those untroubled hearts; you must go stripped and shame-faced now, with sackcloth about your loins,
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mourn for lost fruitfulness, for the fields once so smiling, for the vineyards that bore so well.
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That thorns and briers should come up in these lands of yours; come up over haunts you loved, in the city that was all mirth!
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Empty, now, the palace, forgotten the hum of yonder streets; nothing but gloom, where a man must pick his way through caverns✻ endlessly; loved haunts of the wild ass, a pasture-ground for the flock.
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All this, until the spirit is poured out on us from above; fruitful as Carmel then the wilderness, to make your well-tilled lands seem but waste.
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Alike desert and fruitful field the home, now, of innocence,
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the abode of loyalty; loyalty, that has peace for its crown, tranquillity for its harvest, repose for ever undisturbed.
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In quiet homes this people of mine shall live, in dwelling-places that fear no attack; all shall be ease and plenty.
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But first the hail-storm must do its work, forest be laid low, city levelled with the ground.
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Ah, blessed race, their seed sowing, their oxen and asses driving, by every stream that flows!✻
