Isaiah - Ferrar Fenton Bible Translation page 438

ISAIAH. Oxms 30, 31, Boox I. Cns. zz, 23 Tomb? Constructing the semblance of an residence for yourself on a high { 18 20 21

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peak ? ’ ‘ But, look! The LORD will throw

you a throw, greet man, and roll you a roll, and reel you to a. reel like a ball and toss into a far off 1and—·—you shall die there—~deprived of your magnificent Chariots—·-you disgrace to your Princes Palace l ‘ For I will cause you to be ejected

from your Ollice, ·——aud he ~ will destroy your station! ‘ But at the same time I will sum-

mon My servant E1iakam-ben—Khil- kiah, and clothe him with your Robe, and confirm him by your belt, and will put your staff of Office into his Ona hand, and he shall be a father to the inhabitants of jerusalem, and to the House of judah. And I will place the key of the House of David on his shoulder, and he shall open and none shut, and shut and none open. And I will fix him firmly in a safe position, where he will be on a glorious seat for the House of his Ancestors, and they willhang upon him all the honour of his Forefathers, their descendants, and relatives; all the small cups with all the pitchers up to the flagons. if that Nail driven into its place firmly should give way and fail, the load that is upon it will be destroyed,’ so the LORD declares. 3I- Ebz Qxxrhzu ni Egrz. You ships of Tarshish, wail, For Home and Port lie waste, You Learn from Kithim‘s land! Men of the Coasts be dumb! And Zidon rich by seaborne trade, The River’s harvests grew, Spring sown by many streams, For you, the Nation’s merchant. For grain from many streams, The early fruit of brooks, She was the Nation’s.,Mart. Faint, Zidon ;·~—for the Sea, The Mighty Sea declares, I writhed not, nor bore child, And lads havenot brought up, Or educated girls Yet as the Mitzeraim listen, They grieve to hear of Tzur. Tarshish is overwhelmed; Men of the Islands howl: Is this your pleasant home From veryancient days? Must! you now quit your home, To go and dwell far off? Who purposed this on Tzur, The Lady of the Crown? Her Merchants were all Princes, Her Traders Lords of Earth! ' THE Pnorunr. ‘ The Loma or Hosts designed, To dash all haughty pride, Depress all great on earth l

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Flow on your land like a brook That has lost its embankment,

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