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Isaiah 22:2

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Full of clamour, a populous city, a joyous city: thy slain are not slain by the sword, nor dead in battle.

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Upon the land of my people shall thorns and briers come up. How much more upon all the houses of joy, of the city that rejoiced!

Res. Behold O Lord, and consider whom thou hast thus dealt with. Shall women then eat their own fruit, their children of a span long? Shall the priest and the prophet be slain in the sanctuary of the Lord?

If I go forth into the fields behold the slain with the sword: and if I enter into the city, behold them that are consumed with famine. The prophet also and the priest are gone into a land which they knew not.

Is not this your city, which gloried from of old in her antiquity? Her feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.

And in the fourth month, the ninth day of the month, a famine overpowered the city: and there was no food for the people of the land.

Thus saith the Lord: Whosoever shell remain in this city shall die by the sword and by famine and by pestilence: but he that shall go forth to the Chaldeans shall live, and his life shall be safe, and he shall live.

And the angel of the Lord went out, and slew in the camp of the Assyrians a hundred and eighty-five thousand. And they arose in the morning, and behold, they were all dead corpses.

Wherefore thus saith the Lord concerning the king of the Assyrians: He shall not come into this city, nor shoot an arrow into it, nor come before it with shield, nor cast a trench about it.

That you be not bowed down under the bond, and fall with the slain? In all these things his anger is not turned away: but his hand is stretched out still.

For the house is forsaken, the multitude of the city is left, darkness and obscurity are come upon its dens for ever: a joy of wild asses, the pastures of flocks,

Aleph. How doth the city sit solitary that was full of people! How is the mistress of the Gentiles become as a widow: the princes of provinces made tributary!

Those that are near and those that are far from thee shall triumph over thee: thou filthy one, infamous, great in destruction.

This is the glorious city that dwelt in security: that said in her heart: I am, and there is none beside me: how is she become a desert, a place for beasts to lie down in? every one that passeth by her, shall hiss, and wag his hand.




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