Lexicon :: Strong's G4771 - sy

This is what the LORD says:

Though they are strong[fn] and numerous,

they will still be mowed down,

and he[fn] will pass away.

Though I have punished you,[fn]

I will punish you no longer.

For I will now break off his yoke from you

and tear off your shackles.

The LORD has issued an order concerning you:

There will be no offspring

to carry on your name.[fn]

I will eliminate the carved idol and cast image

from the house of your gods;

I will prepare your grave,

for you are contemptible.

Look to the mountains —

the feet of the herald,

who proclaims peace.

Celebrate your festivals, Judah;

fulfill your vows.

For the wicked one will never again

march through you;

he will be entirely wiped out.

Beware, I am against you.

This is the declaration of the LORD of Armies.

I will make your chariots go up in smoke,[fn]

and the sword will devour your young lions.

I will cut off your prey from the earth,

and the sound of your messengers

will never be heard again.

I will throw filth on you

and treat you with contempt;

I will make a spectacle of you.

Then all who see you will recoil from you, saying,

“Nineveh is devastated;

who will show sympathy to her? ”

Where can I find anyone to comfort you?

You[fn] also will become drunk;

you will hide.[fn]

You also will seek refuge from the enemy.

All your fortresses are fig trees

with figs that ripened first;

when shaken, they fall —

right into the mouth of the eater!

Look, your troops are like women among you;

your land’s city gates

are wide open to your enemies.

Fire will devour the bars of your gates.

Draw water for the siege;

strengthen your fortresses.

Step into the clay and tread the mortar;

take hold of the brick-mold!

The fire will devour you there;

the sword will cut you down.

It will devour you like the young locust.

Multiply yourselves like the young locust;

multiply like the swarming locust!

You have made your merchants

more numerous than the stars of the sky.

The young locust strips[fn] the land

and flies away.

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.

King of Assyria, your shepherds slumber;

your officers sleep.

Your people are scattered across the mountains

with no one to gather them together.

There is no remedy for your injury;

your wound is severe.

All who hear the news about you

will clap their hands because of you,

for who has not experienced

your constant cruelty?