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Daughter Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard, like a hut in a cucumber field, like a city under siege.
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See how the faithful city has become a prostitute! She once was full of justice; righteousness used to dwell in her— but now murderers!
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I will restore your leaders as in days of old, your rulers as at the beginning. Afterward you will be called the City of Righteousness, the Faithful City.”
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Wail, you gate! Howl, you city! Melt away, all you Philistines! A cloud of smoke comes from the north, and there is not a straggler in its ranks.
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A Prophecy Against Damascus
A prophecy against Damascus: “See, Damascus will no longer be a city but will become a heap of ruins.
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The fortified city will disappear from Ephraim, and royal power from Damascus; the remnant of Aram will be like the glory of the Israelites,” declares the Lord Almighty.
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“I will stir up Egyptian against Egyptian— brother will fight against brother, neighbor against neighbor, city against city, kingdom against kingdom.
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In that day five cities in Egypt will speak the language of Canaan and swear allegiance to the Lord Almighty. One of them will be called the City of the Sun.
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you town so full of commotion, you city of tumult and revelry? Your slain were not killed by the sword, nor did they die in battle.
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Your choicest valleys are full of chariots, and horsemen are posted at the city gates.
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You saw that the walls of the City of David were broken through in many places; you stored up water in the Lower Pool.
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Is this your city of revelry, the old, old city, whose feet have taken her to settle in far-off lands?
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“Take up a harp, walk through the city, you forgotten prostitute; play the harp well, sing many a song, so that you will be remembered.”
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The ruined city lies desolate; the entrance to every house is barred.
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The city is left in ruins, its gate is battered to pieces.
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You have made the city a heap of rubble, the fortified town a ruin, the foreigners’ stronghold a city no more; it will never be rebuilt.
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A Song of Praise
In that day this song will be sung in the land of Judah: We have a strong city; God makes salvation its walls and ramparts.
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He humbles those who dwell on high, he lays the lofty city low; he levels it to the ground and casts it down to the dust.
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The fortified city stands desolate, an abandoned settlement, forsaken like the wilderness; there the calves graze, there they lie down; they strip its branches bare.
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Woe to the Leaders of Ephraim and Judah
Woe to that wreath, the pride of Ephraim’s drunkards, to the fading flower, his glorious beauty, set on the head of a fertile valley— to that city, the pride of those laid low by wine!
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Woe to David’s City
Woe to you, Ariel, Ariel, the city where David settled! Add year to year and let your cycle of festivals go on.
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and for the land of my people, a land overgrown with thorns and briers— yes, mourn for all houses of merriment and for this city of revelry.
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The fortress will be abandoned, the noisy city deserted; citadel and watchtower will become a wasteland forever, the delight of donkeys, a pasture for flocks,
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Though hail flattens the forest and the city is leveled completely,
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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.
