“Now will I arise,” says the LORD. “Now will I be exalted; now will I be lifted up.
You conceive chaff, you give birth to straw; your breath is a fire that consumes you.
The peoples will be burned to ashes; like cut thornbushes they will be set ablaze.”
You who are far away, hear what I have done; you who are near, acknowledge my power!
The sinners in Zion are terrified; trembling grips the godless: “Who of us can dwell with the consuming fire? Who of us can dwell with everlasting burning?”
Those who walk righteously and speak what is right, who reject gain from extortion and keep their hands from accepting bribes, who stop their ears against plots of murder and shut their eyes against contemplating evil—
they are the ones who will dwell on the heights, whose refuge will be the mountain fortress. Their bread will be supplied, and water will not fail them.
Your eyes will see the king in his beauty and view a land that stretches afar.
In your thoughts you will ponder the former terror: “Where is that chief officer? Where is the one who took the revenue? Where is the officer in charge of the towers?”
You will see those arrogant people no more, people whose speech is obscure, whose language is strange and incomprehensible.
Look on Zion, the city of our festivals; your eyes will see Jerusalem, a peaceful abode, a tent that will not be moved; its stakes will never be pulled up, nor any of its ropes broken.