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Rh :Turn ye unto Him
 * Against whom ye have deeply rebelled, O children of Israel.
 * For in that day they shall cast away
 * Every man his idols of silver, and his idols of gold,
 * Which your own hands have made unto you for a sin.
 * Then shall Asshur fall with the sword, not of man,
 * And the sword, not of men, shall devour him;
 * And he shall flee from the sword,
 * And his young men shall become tributary.
 * And his rock shall pass away by reason of terror,
 * And his princes shall be dismayed at the ensign,
 * Saith the, whose fire is in Zion,
 * And His furnace in Jerusalem.


 * Behold, a king shall reign in righteousness,
 * And as for princes, they shall rule in justice.
 * And a man shall be as in a hiding-place from the wind,
 * And a covert from the tempest;
 * As by the watercourses in a dry place,
 * As in the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.
 * And the eyes of them that see shall not be closed,
 * And the ears of them that hear shall attend.
 * The heart also of the rash shall understand knowledge,
 * And the tongue of the stammerers shall be ready to speak plainly.
 * The vile person shall be no more called liberal,
 * Nor the churl said to be noble.
 * For the vile person will speak villainy,
 * And his heart will work iniquity,
 * To practise ungodliness, and to utter wickedness against the ,
 * To make empty the soul of the hungry,
 * And to cause the drink of the thirsty to fail.
 * The instruments also of the churl are evil;
 * He deviseth wicked devices
 * To destroy the poor with lying words,
 * And the needy when he speaketh right.
 * But the liberal deviseth liberal things;
 * And by liberal things shall he stand.


 * Rise up, ye women that are at ease, and hear my voice;
 * Ye confident daughters, give ear unto my speech.
 * After a year and days shall ye be troubled, ye confident women;
 * For the vintage shall fail, the ingathering shall not come.
 * Tremble, ye women that are at ease;
 * Be troubled, ye confident ones;
 * Strip you, and make you bare,
 * And gird sackcloth upon your loins,
 * Smiting upon the breasts
 * For the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine;
 * For the land of my people
 * Whereon thorns and briers come up;
 * Yea, for all the houses of joy
 * And the joyous city.
 * For the palace shall be forsaken;
 * The city with its stir shall be deserted;
 * The mound and the tower shall be for dens for ever,
 * A joy of wild asses, a pasture of flocks;
 * Until the spirit be poured upon us from on high,