Her gates will lament and mourn; desolate, she will sit on the ground.

On a bare mountain raise a signal; cry aloud to them; wave a hand; let them enter the officials’ gates.

Open the gates and let a righteous nation enter, a nation that keeps faith.

I thought, I must depart in the prime of my life; I have been relegated to the gates of the underworld for the rest of my life.

Cyrus as God’s anointed

The Lord says to his anointed, to Cyrus, whom I have grasped by the strong hand, to conquer nations before him, disarming kings, and opening doors before him, so no gates will be shut:

I will make your towers of rubies, and your gates of beryl, and all your walls of precious jewels.

Your gates will be open continually; day and night they won’t close, to bring to you the wealth of nations, and their kings led in procession.

Violence will no longer resound throughout your land, nor devastation or destruction within your borders. You will call your walls Salvation, and your gates Praise.

Pass through, pass through the gates; prepare the way for the people! Build, build the road; clear away the stones! Raise up a signal for the peoples.