Ésaïe 22:2

2 Ville bruyante, pleine de tumulte, Cité joyeuse! Tes morts ne périront pas par l'épée, Ils ne mourront pas en combattant.

Ésaïe 22:2 Meaning and Commentary

Isaiah 22:2

Thou art full of stirs
Or, "wast full of stirs"; through the multitude of people walking about in it, and the vast hurry of business done in it; but now all hush and quiet, the streets clear of people, and the shops shut up, and all got up to the housetops for shelter; or, "full of noises" F12, as a populous trading city is. The word signifies shoutings and acclamations, and is used for joyful ones, ( Zechariah 4:7 ) and may be so taken here, and may design such as were expressed at their festivals, and on other occasions; unless it is to be understood of doleful ones, on account of the invasion and siege: a tumultuous city;
through the throng of people, and the noise of thorn: a joyous city;
some on business, others on pleasure; some hurrying from place to place about their trade and commerce, and others amusing themselves with pastime, mirth, and jollity; which is commonly the case of populous cities in prosperity. This had been Jerusalem's case, but now it was otherwise: thy slain [men] are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle;
for Sennacherib never entered into it, nor put any of its inhabitants to the sword; nor was there any battle fought between them, nor was he suffered so much as to shoot an arrow into it, ( Isaiah 37:33 ) wherefore those that died in it died either through the fright and consternation they were put into, or through the famine his army had caused, in laying the country round about them desolate.


FOOTNOTES:

F12 (halm tavt) "plena strepitibus", Munster; "tumultuationibus", Montanus, Junius & Tremellius; "fragoribus", Piscator.

Ésaïe 22:2 In-Context

1 Oracle sur la vallée des visions. Qu'as-tu donc, que tout ton peuple monte sur les toits?
2 Ville bruyante, pleine de tumulte, Cité joyeuse! Tes morts ne périront pas par l'épée, Ils ne mourront pas en combattant.
3 Tous tes chefs fuient ensemble, Ils sont faits prisonniers par les archers; Tous tes habitants deviennent à la fois captifs, Tandis qu'ils prennent au loin la fuite.
4 C'est pourquoi je dis: Détournez de moi les regards, Laissez-moi pleurer amèrement; N'insistez pas pour me consoler Du désastre de la fille de mon peuple.
5 Car c'est un jour de trouble, d'écrasement et de confusion, Envoyé par le Seigneur, l'Eternel des armées, Dans la vallée des visions. On démolit les murailles, Et les cris de détresse retentissent vers la montagne.
The Louis Segond 1910 is in the public domain.