The Lord has a sword sated with blood, greasy with fat, With the blood of lambs and goats, with the fat of rams’ kidneys; For the Lord has a sacrifice in Bozrah, a great slaughter in the land of Edom.
Who is this that comes from Edom, in crimsoned garments, from Bozrah? Who is this, glorious in his apparel, striding in the greatness of his strength? “It is I, I who announce vindication, mighty to save.”
By myself I have sworn—oracle of the Lord—Bozrah shall become an object of horror, a disgrace, a desolation, and a curse. Bozrah and all its cities shall become ruins forever.
Look! like an eagle he soars aloft, and spreads his wings over Bozrah; On that day the hearts of Edom’s warriors become like the heart of a woman in labor. Against Damascus.
I will gather you, Jacob, each and every one, I will assemble all the remnant of Israel; I will group them like a flock in the fold, like a herd in its pasture; the noise of the people will resound.