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Jeremiah 49:37

Contemporary English Version (Anglicised) 2012

Their armies will crush and kill you, and you will face the disaster that my anger brings.

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I won't calm down until I have finished what I have decided to do. Some day, you will understand what I mean.

No one honours you, Moab. In Heshbon, enemies make plans to end your life. My sword will leave only silence in your town named “Quiet”.

Moab lies broken! Listen to its people cry as they turn away in shame. Other nations are horrified at what happened, but still they laugh.

An enemy will swoop down to attack you, like an eagle spreading its wings and circling over Bozrah. Your warriors will be gripped by fear.

You people of Damascus have lost your courage, and in panic you turn to run, gripped by fear and pain.

His fearsome army will surround you, taking your tents and possessions, your sheep and camels.

Your king and his officials will die, and I will rule in their place. I, the LORD, have spoken.

I, the LORD All-Powerful, will send neighbouring nations to strike you with terror. You will be scattered, with no one to care for your refugees.

This war will prove that your prophets are liars and fools. And it will frighten your warriors.

So I, the LORD All-Powerful, the God of Israel, promise them poison to eat and drink.

I'll scatter them in foreign countries that they and their ancestors have never even heard of. Finally, I will send enemy soldiers to kill every last one of them.

His own officials and troops will scatter in every direction, and the LORD will track them down and put them to death.

A third of you will die here in Jerusalem from disease or starvation. Another third will be killed in war. And I will scatter the last third of you in every direction, then track you down and kill you.

After you attack the brick that stands for Jerusalem, burn one pile of your hair on the brick. Chop up the second pile and let the small pieces of hair fall around the brick. Throw the third pile into the wind, and I will strike it with my own sword.

After I destroy your towns and ruin your land with war, I'll scatter you among the nations.




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