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Isaiah 3

Hebrew Names Version HNV

1 For, behold, the Lord, the LORD of Hosts, takes away from Yerushalayim and from Yehudah supply and support, The whole supply of bread, And the whole supply of water;

2 The mighty man, The man of war, The judge, The prophet, The diviner, The elder,

3 The captain of fifty, The honorable man, The counselor, The skilled craftsman, And the clever enchanter.

4 I will give boys to be their princes, And children shall rule over them.

5 The people will be oppressed, Everyone by another, And everyone by his neighbor. The child will behave himself proudly against the old man, And the base against the honorable.

6 Indeed a man shall take hold of his brother in the house of his father, saying, "You have clothing, you be our ruler, And let this ruin be under your hand."

7 In that day he will cry out, saying, I will not be a healer; For in my house is neither bread nor clothing. You shall not make me ruler of the people.

8 For Yerushalayim is ruined, and Yehudah is fallen; Because their tongue and their doings are against the LORD, To provoke the eyes of his glory.

9 The look of their faces testify against them. They parade their sin like Sedom. They don't hide it. Woe to their soul! For they have brought disaster upon themselves.

10 Tell the righteous "Good!" For they shall eat the fruit of their deeds.

11 Woe to the wicked! Disaster is upon them; For the deeds of his hands will be paid back to him.

12 As for my people, children are their oppressors, And women rule over them. My people, those who lead you cause you to err, And destroy the way of your paths.

13 The LORD stands up to contend, And stands to judge the peoples.

14 The LORD will enter into judgment with the Zakenim of his people, And their leaders: "It is you who have eaten up the vineyard. The spoil of the poor is in your houses.

15 What do you mean that you crush my people, And grind the face of the poor?" says the Lord, the LORD of Hosts.

16 Moreover the LORD said, "Because the daughters of Tziyon are haughty, And walk with outstretched necks and flirting eyes, Walking to trip as they go, Jingling ornaments on their feet;

17 Therefore the Lord brings sores on the crown of the head of the women of Tziyon, And the LORD will make their scalps bald."

18 In that day the Lord will take away the beauty of their anklets, the headbands, the crescent necklaces,

19 the earrings, the bracelets, the veils,

20 the headdresses, the ankle chains, the sashes, the perfume bottles, the charms,

21 the signet rings, the nose rings,

22 the fine robes, the capes, the cloaks, the purses,

23 the hand-mirrors, the fine linen garments, the tiaras, and the shawls.

24 It shall happen that instead of sweet spices, there shall be rottenness; Instead of a belt, a rope; Instead of well set hair, baldness; Instead of a robe, a girding of sackcloth; And branding instead of beauty.

25 Your men shall fall by the sword, And your mighty in the war.

26 Her gates shall lament and mourn; And she shall be desolate and sit on the ground.

The Message Bible MSG

1 The Master, God-of-the-Angel-Armies, is emptying Jerusalem and Judah Of all the basic necessities, plain bread and water to begin with.

2 He's withdrawing police and protection, judges and courts, pastors and teachers,

3 captains and generals, doctors and nurses, and, yes, even the repairmen and jacks-of-all-trades.

4 He says, "I'll put little kids in charge of the city. Schoolboys and schoolgirls will order everyone around.

5 People will be at each other's throats, stabbing one another in the back: Neighbor against neighbor, young against old, the no-account against the well-respected.

6 One brother will grab another and say, 'You look like you've got a head on your shoulders. Do something! Get us out of this mess.'

7 And he'll say, 'Me? Not me! I don't have a clue. Don't put me in charge of anything.'

8 "Jerusalem's on its last legs. Judah is soon down for the count. Everything people say and do is at cross-purposes with God, a slap in my face.

9 Brazen in their depravity, they flout their sins like degenerate Sodom. Doom to their eternal souls! They've made their bed; now they'll sleep in it.

10 "Reassure the righteous that their good living will pay off.

11 But doom to the wicked! Disaster! Everything they did will be done to them.

12 "Skinny kids terrorize my people. Silly girls bully them around. My dear people! Your leaders are taking you down a blind alley. They're sending you off on a wild goose chase." A City Brought to Her Knees by Her Sorrows

13 God enters the courtroom. He takes his place at the bench to judge his people.

14 God calls for order in the court, hauls the leaders of his people into the dock: "You've played havoc with this country. Your houses are stuffed with what you've stolen from the poor.

15 What is this anyway? Stomping on my people, grinding the faces of the poor into the dirt?" That's what the Master, God-of-the-Angel-Armies, says.

16 God says, "Zion women are stuck-up, prancing around in their high heels, Making eyes at all the men in the street, swinging their hips, Tossing their hair, gaudy and garish in cheap jewelry."

17 The Master will fix it so those Zion women will all turn bald - Scabby, bald-headed women. The Master will do it.

18 The time is coming when the Master will strip them of their fancy baubles -

19 the dangling earrings, anklets and bracelets,

20 combs and mirrors and silk scarves, diamond brooches and pearl necklaces,

21 the rings on their fingers and the rings on their toes,

22 the latest fashions in hats, exotic perfumes and aphrodisiacs, gowns and capes,

23 all the world's finest in fabrics and design.

24 Instead of wearing seductive scents, these women are going to smell like rotting cabbages; Instead of modeling flowing gowns, they'll be sporting rags; Instead of their stylish hairdos, scruffy heads; Instead of beauty marks, scabs and scars.

25 Your finest fighting men will be killed, your soldiers left dead on the battlefield.

26 The entrance gate to Zion will be clotted with people mourning their dead - A city stooped under the weight of her loss, brought to her knees by her sorrows.