Isaiah Chapter 16
Send a lamb to the head honcho of the land from Sela to the wild, to the heights of the daughter of Zion, no cap.
Send ye the lamb to the ruler of the land from Sela to the wilderness, unto the mount of the daughter of Zion. {Sela: or, Petra: Heb. A rock}
Like a bird booted from the nest, the daughters of Moab gonna hang out at the fords of Arnon, fr.
For it shall be, {that}, as a wandering bird cast out of the nest, {so} the daughters of Moab shall be at the fords of Arnon. {cast...: or, a nest forsaken}
Get your crew together, make some moves; be a vibe like nighttime when it’s lit; shelter the outcasts, don’t spill the tea on the wanderers.
Take counsel, execute judgment; make thy shadow as the night in the midst of the noonday; hide the outcasts; bewray not him that wandereth. {Take: Heb. Bring}
Let my outcasts chill with you, Moab; be their safe haven from the haters: the fakes are out of the picture, the spoilers are gone, and the oppressors are history.
Let mine outcasts dwell with thee, Moab; be thou a covert to them from the face of the spoiler: for the extortioner is at an end, the spoiler ceaseth, the oppressors are consumed out of the land. {extortioner: Heb. wringer} {the oppressors: Heb. the treaders down}
With compassion, the throne will be established: he’ll be sitting there for real, judging and seeking the truth, flexing on righteousness.
And in mercy shall the throne be established: and he shall sit upon it in truth in the tabernacle of David, judging, and seeking judgment, and hasting righteousness. {established: or, prepared}
We’ve heard the scoop on Moab's pride; he’s mega proud, all about himself, but his falsehoods ain't gonna work, periodt.
We have heard of the pride of Moab; {he is} very proud: {even} of his haughtiness, and his pride, and his wrath: {but} his lies {shall} not {be} so.
So Moab gonna wail for Moab, everyone’s gonna feel the vibe: mourn for the foundations of Kir–hareseth; they’re definitely struggling.
Therefore shall Moab howl for Moab, every one shall howl: for the foundations of Kirhareseth shall ye mourn; surely {they are} stricken. {mourn: or, mutter}
The fields of Heshbon are looking rough, and the vine of Sibmah is in bad shape: the land bosses wrecked the main crops, and they’re lost in the wild; her branches are reaching out, over the sea, no cap.
For the fields of Heshbon languish, {and} the vine of Sibmah: the lords of the heathen have broken down the principal plants thereof, they are come {even} unto Jazer, they wandered {through} the wilderness: her branches are stretched out, they are gone over the sea. {stretched...: or, plucked up}
So I’ll weep like Jazer for the vine of Sibmah: I’ll soak you with my tears, Heshbon and Elealeh; the buzz for your summer fruits and harvest has died down.
Therefore I will bewail with the weeping of Jazer the vine of Sibmah: I will water thee with my tears, O Heshbon, and Elealeh: for the shouting for thy summer fruits and for thy harvest is fallen. {the shouting...: or, the alarm is fallen upon, etc}
Joy got snatched away, and happiness from the fields; no tunes in the vineyards, no hype; the treaders ain’t making wine anymore; I’ve put their vintage vibes on pause.
And gladness is taken away, and joy out of the plentiful field; and in the vineyards there shall be no singing, neither shall there be shouting: the treaders shall tread out no wine in {their} presses; I have made {their vintage} shouting to cease.
My insides gonna resonate like a harp for Moab, and my heart for Kir–haresh, fr.
Wherefore my bowels shall sound like an harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kirharesh.
When Moab feels drained on the high ground, he’ll visit his sanctuary to pray; but he won’t make it happen.
And it shall come to pass, when it is seen that Moab is weary on the high place, that he shall come to his sanctuary to pray; but he shall not prevail.
This is the word the Lord dropped about Moab since that time, no cap.
This {is} the word that the LORD hath spoken concerning Moab since that time.
But now the Lord’s saying, in three years, like a hired worker’s shift, Moab’s glory gonna take a hit, with that huge crowd; and the leftovers gonna be small and weak, periodt.
But now the LORD hath spoken, saying, Within three years, as the years of an hireling, and the glory of Moab shall be contemned, with all that great multitude; and the remnant {shall be} very small {and} feeble. {feeble: or, not many}