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14.25 :That I will break Asshur in My land,
 * And upon My mountains tread him under foot;
 * Then shall his yoke depart from off them,
 * And his burden depart from off their shoulder.
 * This is the purpose that is purposed upon the whole earth;
 * And this is the hand that is stretched out upon all the nations.
 * For the of hosts hath purposed,
 * And who shall disannul it?
 * And His hand is stretched out,
 * And who shall turn it back?

In the year that king Ahaz died was this burden.


 * Rejoice not, O Philistia, all of thee,
 * Because the rod that smote thee is broken:
 * For out of the serpent's root shall come forth a basilisk,
 * And his fruit shall be a flying serpent.
 * And the first-born of the poor shall feed,
 * And the needy shall lie down in safety;
 * And I will kill thy root with famine,
 * And thy remnant shall be slain
 * Howl, O gate; cry, O city;
 * Melt away, O Philistia, all of thee;
 * For there cometh a smoke out of the north,
 * And there is no straggler in his ranks.
 * What then shall one answer the messengers of the nation?
 * That the hath founded Zion,
 * And in her shall the afflicted of His people take refuge.

The burden of Moab.


 * For in the night that Ar of Moab is laid waste,
 * He is brought to ruin;
 * For in the night that Kir of Moab is laid waste,
 * He is brought to ruin.
 * He is gone up to Baith, and to Dibon,
 * To the high places, to weep;
 * Upon Nebo, and upon Medeba, Moab howleth;
 * On all their heads is baldness,
 * Every beard is shaven.
 * In their streets they gird themselves with sackcloth;
 * On their housetops, and in their broad places,
 * Every one howleth, weeping profusely.
 * And Heshbon crieth out, and Elealeh;
 * Their voice is heard even unto Jahaz;
 * Therefore the armed men of Moab cry aloud;
 * His soul is faint within him.
 * My heart crieth out for Moab;
 * Her fugitives reach unto Zoar,
 * A heifer of three years old;
 * For by the ascent of Luhith
 * With weeping they go up;
 * For in the way of Horonaim
 * They raise up a cry of destruction.
 * For the Waters of Nimrim shall be desolate;
 * For the grass is withered away, the herbage faileth,
 * There is no green thing.
 * Therefore the abundance they have gotten,
 * And that which they have laid up,
 * Shall they carry away to the brook of the willows.
 * For the cry is gone round about
 * The borders of Moab;