Lexicon :: Strong's G3759 - ouai

Woe to you, Moab!

You have been destroyed, people of Chemosh!

He gave up his sons as refugees,

and his daughters into captivity

to Sihon the Amorite king.

they panicked. “A god has entered their camp! ” they said. “Woe to us! Nothing like this has happened before.

She named the boy Ichabod,[fn] saying, “The glory has departed from Israel,” referring to the capture of the ark of God and to the deaths of her father-in-law and her husband.

Then he laid the corpse in his own grave, and they mourned over him, “Oh, my brother! ”

Who has woe? Who has sorrow?

Who has conflicts? Who has complaints?

Who has wounds for no reason?

Who has red eyes?

For if either falls, his companion can lift him up; but pity the one who falls without another to lift him up.

Woe to you, land, when your king is a youth

and your princes feast in the morning.

Oh sinful nation,

people weighed down with iniquity,

brood of evildoers,

depraved children!

They have abandoned the LORD;

they have despised the Holy One of Israel;

they have turned their backs on him.

Therefore the Lord GOD of Armies,

the Mighty One of Israel, declares:

“Ah, I will get even with my foes;

I will take revenge against my enemies.

The look on their faces testifies against them,

and like Sodom, they flaunt their sin;

they do not conceal it.

Woe to them,

for they have brought disaster on themselves.

Woe to the wicked ​— ​it will go badly for them,

for what they have done will be done to them.

Woe to those who add house to house

and join field to field

until there is no more room

and you alone are left in the land.

Woe to those who rise early in the morning

in pursuit of beer,

who linger into the evening,

inflamed by wine.

Woe to those who drag iniquity

with cords of deceit

and pull sin along with cart ropes,

Woe to those who call evil good

and good evil,

who substitute darkness for light

and light for darkness,

who substitute bitter for sweet

and sweet for bitter.

Woe to those enacting crooked statutes

and writing oppressive laws

Woe to Assyria, the rod of my anger —

the staff in their hands is my wrath.

Ah! The roar of many peoples —

they roar like the roaring of the seas.

The raging of the nations —

they rage like the rumble of rushing water.

Woe to the land of buzzing insect wings[fn]

beyond the rivers of Cush,

From the ends of the earth we hear songs:

The Splendor of the Righteous One.

But I said, “I waste away! I waste away![fn]

Woe is me.”

The treacherous act treacherously;

the treacherous deal very treacherously.

Woe to the majestic crown of Ephraim’s drunkards,

and to the fading flower of its beautiful splendor,

which is on the summit above the rich valley.

Woe to those overcome with wine.

Woe to Ariel,[fn] Ariel,

the city where David camped!

Continue year after year;

let the festivals recur.

Woe to those who go to great lengths

to hide their plans from the LORD.

They do their works in the dark,

and say, “Who sees us? Who knows us? ”

Woe to the rebellious children!

This is the LORD’s declaration.

They carry out a plan, but not mine;

they make an alliance,

but against my will,

piling sin on top of sin.

Woe to those who go down to Egypt for help

and who depend on horses!

They trust in the abundance of chariots

and in the large number of horsemen.

They do not look to the Holy One of Israel,

and they do not seek the LORD.

Woe, you destroyer never destroyed,

you traitor never betrayed!

When you have finished destroying,

you will be destroyed.

When you have finished betraying,

they will betray you.

Look, he advances like clouds;

his chariots are like a storm.

His horses are swifter than eagles.

Woe to us, for we are ruined!

“Set them apart for war against her;

rise up, let’s attack at noon.

Woe to us, for the day is passing;

the evening shadows grow long.

Woe to me because of my brokenness —

I am severely wounded!

I exclaimed, “This is my intense suffering,

but I must bear it.”

Your adulteries and your lustful neighing,

your depraved prostitution

on the hills, in the fields —

I have seen your abhorrent acts.

Woe to you, Jerusalem!

You are unclean —

for how long yet?

Therefore, this is what the LORD says concerning Jehoiakim son of Josiah, king of Judah:

They will not mourn for him, saying,

“Woe, my brother! ” or “Woe, my sister! ”

They will not mourn for him, saying,

“Woe, lord! Woe, his majesty! ”

Get your bags ready for exile,

inhabitant of Daughter Egypt!

For Memphis will become a desolation,

uninhabited ruins.

About Moab, this is what the LORD of Armies, the God of Israel, says:

Woe to Nebo, because it is about to be destroyed;

Kiriathaim will be put to shame; it will be taken captive.

The fortress will be put to shame and dismayed!

Put all her young bulls to the sword;

let them go down to the slaughter.

Woe to them because their day has come,

the time of their punishment.

I will send strangers to Babylon

who will scatter her and strip her land bare,

for they will come against her

from every side in the day of disaster.

The crown has fallen from our head.

Woe to us, for we have sinned.

When he unrolled it before me, it was written on the front and back; words of lamentation, mourning, and woe were written on it.

Disaster after disaster will come,

and there will be rumor after rumor.

Then they will look for a vision from a prophet,

but instruction will perish from the priests

and counsel from the elders.

“This is what the Lord GOD says: Woe to the foolish prophets who follow their own spirit and have seen nothing.

“Say, ‘This is what the Lord GOD says: Woe to the women who sew magic bands on the wrist of every hand and who make veils for the heads of people of every size in order to ensnare lives. Will you ensnare the lives of my people but preserve your own?

Woe to them, for they fled from me;

destruction to them, for they rebelled against me!

Though I want to redeem them,

they speak lies against me.

Even if they raise children,

I will bereave them of each one.

Yes, woe to them when I depart from them!

Therefore the LORD, the God of Armies, the Lord, says:

There will be wailing in all the public squares;

they will cry out in anguish[fn] in all the streets.

The farmer will be called on to mourn,

and professional mourners[fn] to wail.

Woe to you who long for the day of the LORD!

What will the day of the LORD be for you?

It will be darkness and not light.

Woe to those who are at ease in Zion

and to those who feel secure on the hill of Samaria —

the notable people in this first of the nations,

those the house of Israel comes to.

The best of them is like a brier;

the most upright is worse than a hedge of thorns.

The day of your watchmen,

the day of your punishment, is coming;

at this time their panic is here.

Your court officials are like the swarming locust,

and your scribes like clouds of locusts,

which settle on the walls on a cold day;

when the sun rises, they take off,

and no one knows where they are.