Zephaniah Chapter 2 |
1Gather together, gather,
O nation without shame,
2Before the day the decree is born—
The day flies by like chaff—
Before the fierce anger
Of the Lord overtakes you,
Before the day of anger
Of the Lord overtakes you.
3Seek the Lord,
All you humble of the land
Who have fulfilled His law;
Perhaps you will find shelter
On the day of the Lord’s anger.
4Indeed, Gaza shall be deserted
And Ashkelon desolate;
Ashdod’s people shall be expelled in broad daylight,
And Ekron shall be uprooted.
5Ah, nation of Cherethites
Who inhabit the seacoast!
There is a word of the Lord against you,
O Canaan, land of the Philistines:
I will lay you waste
6The seacoast Cheroth shall become
An abode for shepherds and folds for flocks,
7And shall be a portion for the remnant of the House of Judah;
On these [pastures] they shall graze [their flocks],
They shall lie down at eventide
In the houses of Ashkelon.
For the Lord their God will take note of them
And restore their fortunes.
8I have heard the insults of Moab
And the jeers of the Ammonites,
Who have insulted My people
And gloated over their country.
9Assuredly, as I live
—declares the Lord of Hosts, the God of Israel—
Moab shall become like Sodom
And the Ammonites like Gomorrah:
Clumps of weeds and patches of salt,
And desolation evermore.
The remnant of My people shall plunder them,
The remainder of My nation shall possess them.
10That is what they’ll get for their haughtiness,
For insulting and jeering
At the people of the Lord of Hosts.
11The Lord will show Himself terrible against them,
Causing all the gods on earth to shrivel;
And all the coastlands of the nations
Shall bow down to Him—
Every man in his own home.
12You Cushites too—
They shall be slain by My sword.
13And He will stretch out His arm against the north
And destroy Assyria;
He will make Nineveh a desolation,
Arid as the desert.
14In it flocks shall lie down,
Every species of beast,
While jackdaws and owls roost on its capitals,
The great owl hoots in the window,
And the raven [croaks] on the threshold.
For he has stripped its cedarwork bare.
15Is this the gay city
That dwelt secure,
That thought in her heart,
“I am, and there is none but me”?
Alas, she is become a waste,
A lair of wild beasts!
Everyone who passes by her
Hisses and gestures with his hand.