For My sword in the heavens is whirled, On Edom behold it rush down, On the Nation I sentence to die! The LoxD’s sword is iilled full of blood, Is fattened with milk, with the blood of the vine, With the fat of the kidneys of goats and of rams: For in Bozrah the LGRD makes a feast, A great sacrilice in Edom’s land. And the buffaloes also will fall, T he bullocks along with the bulls, And their land will be drunk with their blood, And its dust will be sated with fat. For the Lo1zD’s day of justice has come, The year to redress Zion’s case. So its streams turn to pitch, and to sulphur its dust, And its land will become burning pitch l It shall never be quenched night or day, But its smoke rise up age after age; Deserted for ever and ever,·——and no one pass through! In her buzzard, and hedgehog} shall dwell, And the owl, andthe raven reside, When Ruin’s1asso is over her flung, And Anarchy’s stones are on her. None the fame of her Kingdom will tell, All her nobles will come to be naught, And thorns in her palaces grow, In her fortresses nettles and briars, And her Court be the shelter of Snakes, And the Daughters of Woe!
There hyenas and jackals shall snort, And the wild goat shall call to his mate;