What sorrow awaits you who say, “If only the day of the were here!” You have no idea what you are wishing for. That day will bring darkness, not light.
In that day you will be like a man who runs from a lion— only to meet a bear. Escaping from the bear, he leans his hand against a wall in his house— and he’s bitten by a snake.
Yes, the day of the will be dark and hopeless, without a ray of joy or hope.
“I hate all your show and pretense— the hypocrisy of your religious festivals and solemn assemblies.
I will not accept your burnt offerings and grain offerings. I won’t even notice all your choice peace offerings.
Away with your noisy hymns of praise! I will not listen to the music of your harps.
Instead, I want to see a mighty flood of justice, an endless river of righteous living.
“Was it to me you were bringing sacrifices and offerings during the forty years in the wilderness, Israel?
No, you served your pagan gods—Sakkuth your king god and Kaiwan your star god—the images you made for yourselves.
So I will send you into exile, to a land east of Damascus, ” says the , whose name is the God of Heaven’s Armies.