ישעיהו פרק ה- הוי

Ah, Those who add house to house And join field to field, Till there is room for none but you To dwell in the land! In my hearing [said] the LORD of Hosts: Surely, great houses Shall lie forlorn, Spacious and splendid ones Without occupants. For ten acres of vineyard Shall yield just one bath, And a field sown with a h·omer of seed Shall yield a mere ephah. Ah, Those who chase liquor From early in the morning, And till late in the evening Are inflamed by wine! Who, at their banquets, Have lyre and lute, Timbrel, flute, and wine; But who never give a thought To the plan of the LORD, And take no note Of what He is designing. Assuredly, My people will suffer exile For not giving heed, Its multitude victims of hunger And its masses parched with thirst. Assuredly, Sheol has opened wide its gullet And parted its jaws in a measureless gape; And down into it shall go, That splendor and tumult, That din and revelry. Yea, man is bowed, And mortal brought low; Brought low is the pride of the haughty. And the LORD of Hosts is exalted by judgment, The Holy God proved holy by retribution. Then lambs shall graze As in their meadows, And strangers shall feed On the ruins of the stout. Ah, Those who haul sin with cords of falsehood And iniquity as with cart ropes! Who say, “Let Him speed, let Him hasten His purpose, If we are to give thought; Let the plans of the Holy One of Israel Be quickly fulfilled, If we are to give heed.” Ah, Those who call evil good And good evil; Who present darkness as light And light as darkness; Who present bitter as sweet And sweet as bitter! Ah, Those who are so wise— In their own opinion; So clever— In their own judgment! Ah, Those who are so doughty— As drinkers of wine, And so valiant— As mixers of drink! Who vindicate him who is in the wrong In return for a bribe, And withhold vindication From him who is in the right. Assuredly, As straw is consumed by a tongue of fire And hay shrivels as it burns, Their stock shall become like rot, And their buds shall blow away like dust. For they have rejected the instruction of the LORD of Hosts, Spurned the word of the Holy One of Israel. That is why The LORD’s anger was roused Against His people, Why He stretched out His arm against it And struck it, So that the mountains quaked, And its corpses lay Like refuse in the streets. Yet his anger has not turned back, And His arm is outstretched still. He will raise an ensign to a nation afar, Whistle to one at the end of the earth. There it comes with lightning speed! In its ranks, none is weary or stumbles, They never sleep or slumber; The belts on their waists do not come loose, Nor do the thongs of their sandals break. Their arrows are sharpened, And all their bows are drawn. Their horses’ hoofs are like flint, Their chariot wheels like the whirlwind. Their roaring is like a lion’s, They roar like the great beasts; When they growl and seize a prey, They carry it off and none can recover it. But in that day, a roaring shall resound over him like that of the sea; and then he shall look below and, behold, Distressing darkness, with light; Darkness, in its lowering clouds.