It is sharpened for terrible slaughter and polished to flash like lightning! Now will you laugh? Those far stronger than you have fallen beneath its power!

磨快为要行杀戮，擦亮为要像闪电。我们岂可快乐吗？罚我子的杖藐视各树。

磨快为要大大杀戮，擦亮为要像闪电。我们岂能快乐呢？它藐视我儿的权杖和一切的木头。

磨快为要大大杀戮，擦亮为要像闪电。我们岂能快乐呢？它藐视我儿的权杖和一切的木头。

磨得锋利，为要杀戮，擦得亮如闪电。我们岂能因我儿的权杖而快乐？这刀鄙视一切权杖。

磨利，是为要大行杀戮，擦亮，是为要闪烁发光！我们怎能快乐呢？我的儿子藐视管教的杖和一切劝告（“劝告”原文作“木头”）。

磨快為要行殺戮，擦亮為要像閃電。我們豈可快樂嗎？罰我子的杖藐視各樹。

磨快為要大大殺戮，擦亮為要像閃電。我們豈能快樂呢？它藐視我兒的權杖和一切的木頭。

磨快為要大大殺戮，擦亮為要像閃電。我們豈能快樂呢？它藐視我兒的權杖和一切的木頭。

磨得鋒利，為要殺戮，擦得亮如閃電。我們豈能因我兒的權杖而快樂？這刀鄙視一切權杖。

磨利，是為要大行殺戮，擦亮，是為要閃爍發光！我們怎能快樂呢？我的兒子藐視管教的杖和一切勸告（“勸告”原文作“木頭”）。

磨快是要大行屠殺，擦亮是要它像閃電！我們哪裏可歡樂呢？我的兒子啊，有根權柄之杖藐視所有的樹呢！

其利便於行戮、磨光使若閃電、我儕其可喜樂乎、我子之杖、輕藐諸木、

鋒既利而行殺戮、光華閃爍、孰敢存喜樂之心哉、我民不畏杖箠、必擊以刃、

刃磨利以行殺戮、磨光以能閃爍、我儕豈可喜樂哉、其刃為罰我子民而備、因藐視杖責、

sharpened for the slaughter, polished to flash like lightning!“‘ Shall we rejoice in the scepter of my royal son? The sword despises every such stick.

It is sharpened to kill people. It flashes like lightning.” ’ ” The people say,“ Should we take delight in the scepter of the Lord’ s royal son? The sword looks down on every scepter like this.”

sharpened for slaughter, polished to flash like lightning!( Or shall we rejoice? You have despised the rod, my son, with everything of wood.)

It is sharpened for slaughter, polished to flash like lightning! Should we rejoice? The scepter of my son, the sword despises every tree.

Sharpened to make a slaughter, Polished to flash like lightning!’ Or shall we rejoice, the rod of My son despising every tree?

Sharpened to make a dreadful slaughter, Polished to flash like lightning! Should we then make mirth? It despises the scepter of My Son, As it does all wood.

it is sharpened that it may make a slaughter; it is furbished that it may be as lightning: shall we then make mirth? the rod of my son, it contemneth every tree.

It is sharpened for slaughter, polished to flash like lightning! Should we rejoice? The scepter of My son, the sword despises every tree.

It is sharpened to make a sore slaughter; it is furbished that it may glitter: should we then make mirth? it contemneth the rod of my son,[ as] every tree.

It is sharpened for slaughter, it is polished to flash like lightning!“‘ Should we rejoice in the scepter of my son? No! The sword despises every tree!

It is sharpened that it may make a slaughter. It is polished that it may be as lightning. Should we then make mirth? The rod of my son condemns every tree.

The Lord stands at your right hand to protect you. He will strike down many kings when his anger erupts.He will punish the nations and fill their lands with corpses; he will shatter heads over the whole earth.

Tell the southern wilderness,‘ This is what the Sovereign Lord says: Hear the word of the Lord! I will set you on fire, and every tree, both green and dry, will be burned. The terrible flames will not be quenched and will scorch everything from south to north.

And he will call out to me,‘ You are my Father, my God, and the Rock of my salvation.’I will make him my firstborn son, the mightiest king on earth.I will love him and be kind to him forever; my covenant with him will never end.I will preserve an heir for him; his throne will be as endless as the days of heaven.But if his descendants forsake my instructions and fail to obey my regulations,if they do not obey my decrees and fail to keep my commands,then I will punish their sin with the rod, and their disobedience with beating.

“ O you corrupt and wicked prince of Israel, your final day of reckoning is here!This is what the Sovereign Lord says:“ Take off your jeweled crown, for the old order changes. Now the lowly will be exalted, and the mighty will be brought down.Destruction! Destruction! I will surely destroy the kingdom. And it will not be restored until the one appears who has the right to judge it. Then I will hand it over to him.

“ Watch out! Don’t let your hearts be dulled by carousing and drunkenness, and by the worries of this life. Don’t let that day catch you unaware,like a trap. For that day will come upon everyone living on the earth.

At the king’s command, the decree went out by swift messengers, and it was also proclaimed in the fortress of Susa. Then the king and Haman sat down to drink, but the city of Susa fell into confusion.

The king proclaims the Lord’s decree:“ The Lord said to me,‘ You are my son. Today I have become your Father.Only ask, and I will give you the nations as your inheritance, the whole earth as your possession.You will break them with an iron rod and smash them like clay pots.’”

Its branches became strong— strong enough to be a ruler’s scepter. It grew very tall, towering above all others. It stood out because of its height and its many lush branches.But the vine was uprooted in fury and thrown down to the ground. The desert wind dried up its fruit and tore off its strong branches, so that it withered and was destroyed by fire.Now the vine is transplanted to the wilderness, where the ground is hard and dry.A fire has burst out from its branches and devoured its fruit. Its remaining limbs are not strong enough to be a ruler’s scepter.“ This is a funeral song, and it will be used in a funeral.”

But now you have rejected him and cast him off. You are angry with your anointed king.You have renounced your covenant with him; you have thrown his crown in the dust.You have broken down the walls protecting him and ruined every fort defending him.Everyone who comes along has robbed him, and he has become a joke to his neighbors.You have strengthened his enemies and made them all rejoice.You have made his sword useless and refused to help him in battle.You have ended his splendor and overturned his throne.You have made him old before his time and publicly disgraced him. Interlude

See the flashing swords and glittering spears as the charioteers charge past! There are countless casualties, heaps of bodies— so many bodies that people stumble over them.

His enemies, tangled like thornbushes and staggering like drunks, will be burned up like dry stubble in a field.

I will be his father, and he will be my son. If he sins, I will correct and discipline him with the rod, like any father would do.

A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance.

You push away every thought of coming disaster, but your actions only bring the day of judgment closer.How terrible for you who sprawl on ivory beds and lounge on your couches, eating the meat of tender lambs from the flock and of choice calves fattened in the stall.You sing trivial songs to the sound of the harp and fancy yourselves to be great musicians like David.You drink wine by the bowlful and perfume yourselves with fragrant lotions. You care nothing about the ruin of your nation.Therefore, you will be the first to be led away as captives. Suddenly, all your parties will end.

They furnish wine and lovely music at their grand parties— lyre and harp, tambourine and flute— but they never think about the Lord or notice what he is doing.So my people will go into exile far away because they do not know me. Those who are great and honored will starve, and the common people will die of thirst.The grave is licking its lips in anticipation, opening its mouth wide. The great and the lowly and all the drunken mob will be swallowed up.

The sun and moon stood still in the sky as your brilliant arrows flew and your glittering spear flashed.

At that time the Lord, the Lord of Heaven’s Armies, called you to weep and mourn. He told you to shave your heads in sorrow for your sins and to wear clothes of burlap to show your remorse.But instead, you dance and play; you slaughter cattle and kill sheep. You feast on meat and drink wine. You say,“ Let’s feast and drink, for tomorrow we die!”The Lord of Heaven’s Armies has revealed this to me:“ Till the day you die, you will never be forgiven for this sin.” That is the judgment of the Lord, the Lord of Heaven’s Armies.

And when my sword has finished its work in the heavens, it will fall upon Edom, the nation I have marked for destruction.The sword of the Lord is drenched with blood and covered with fat— with the blood of lambs and goats, with the fat of rams prepared for sacrifice. Yes, the Lord will offer a sacrifice in the city of Bozrah. He will make a mighty slaughter in Edom.

Harness the horses, and mount the stallions. Take your positions. Put on your helmets. Sharpen your spears, and prepare your armor.

They will rule the nations with an iron rod and smash them like clay pots.