And he will judge between many peoples, And will decide concerning strong nations afar off. They will beat their swords into plowshares, And their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not lift up sword against nation, Neither will they learn war any more.
But they will sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree; And no one will make them afraid: For the mouth of the LORD of Hosts has spoken.
But they don't know the thoughts of the LORD, Neither do they understand his counsel; For he has gathered them like the sheaves to the threshing floor.
Arise and thresh, daughter of Tziyon; For I will make your horn iron, And I will make your hoofs brass; And you will beat in pieces many peoples: And I will devote their gain to the LORD, And their substance to the Lord of the whole eretz.