CHAPTER 32
Each
will be
like a shelter
from the wind,
a refuge
from the storm,
like streams
of water
in a dry land,
and the shadow
of a great
rock
in an arid
land.
Then the eyes
of those who see
will no longer
be closed,
and the ears
of those who hear
will listen.
The mind
of the rash
will know
and understand,
and the stammering
tongue
will speak
clearly
and fluently.
For
a fool
speaks
foolishness;
his mind
plots
iniquity.
He practices
ungodliness
and speaks
falsely
about
the LORD;
he leaves the hungry
empty
and deprives the thirsty
of
drink.
The weapons
of the scoundrel
are destructive;
he
hatches
plots
to destroy
the poor
with lies,
even when the plea
of the needy
is just.
In a little more than
a year
you will tremble,
O secure ones.
For
the grape harvest
will fail
and the fruit harvest
will not
arrive.
Shudder,
you ladies of leisure;
tremble,
you daughters of complacency.
Strip
yourselves bare
and put
sackcloth around
your waists.
and for
the land
of my people,
overgrown
with thorns
and briers—
even
for
every
house
of merriment
in this city
of revelry.
For
the palace
will be forsaken,
the busy
city
abandoned.
The hill
and the watchtower
will become
caves
forever—
the delight
of wild donkeys
and a pasture
for flocks—
until
the Spirit
is poured out
upon us
from on high.
Then the desert
will be
an orchard,
and the orchard
will seem
like a forest.
The work
of righteousness
will be
peace;
the service
of righteousness
will be quiet
confidence
forever.