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1 Be­hold, a king shall reign in righ­teous­ness, and princes shall rule in judg­ment. 2 And a man shall be as an hid­ing place from the wind, and a covert from the tem­pest; as rivers of wa­ter in a dry place, as the shad­ow of a great rock in a weary land. 3 And the eyes of them that see shall not be dim, and the ears of them that hear shall hear­ken. 4 The heart also of the rash shall un­der­stand knowl­edge, and the tongue of the stam­mer­ers shall be ready to speak plain­ly. 5 The vile per­son shall be no more called lib­er­al, nor the churl said ­to be boun­ti­ful. 6 For the vile per­son will speak vil­lany, and his heart will work in­iq­ui­ty, to prac­tise hypocrisy, and to ut­ter er­ror against the LORD, to make emp­ty the soul of the hun­gry, and he will cause the drink of the thirsty to fail. 7 The in­stru­ments also of the churl are evil: he de­viseth wicked de­vices to de­stroy the poor with ly­ing words, even when the needy speaketh right. 8 But the lib­er­al de­viseth lib­er­al things; and by lib­er­al things shall he stand. 9 Rise up, ye wom­en that are at ease; hear my voice, ye care­less daugh­ters; give ear unto my speech. 10 Many days and years shall ye be trou­bled, ye care­less wom­en: for the vin­tage shall fail, the gath­er­ing shall not come. 11 Trem­ble, ye wom­en that are at ease; be trou­bled, ye care­less ones: strip you, and make you bare, and gird sackcloth upon your loins. 12 They shall lament for the teats, for the pleas­ant fields, for the fruit­ful vine. 13 Upon the land of my peo­ple shall come up thorns and briers; yea, upon all the hous­es of joy in the joy­ous city: 14 Be­cause the palaces shall be for­sak­en; the mul­ti­tude of the city shall be left; the forts and tow­ers shall be for dens for ev­er, a joy of wild ass­es, a pas­ture of flocks; 15 Un­til the spir­it be poured upon us from on high, and the wilder­ness be a fruit­ful field, and the fruit­ful field be count­ed for a for­est. 16 Then judg­ment shall dwell in the wilder­ness, and righ­teous­ness re­main in the fruit­ful field. 17 And the work of righ­teous­ness shall be peace; and the ef­fect of righ­teous­ness quiet­ness and as­sur­ance for ev­er. 18 And my peo­ple shall dwell in a peace­able habi­ta­tion, and in sure dwellings, and in qui­et rest­ing places; 19 When it shall hail, com­ing down on the for­est; and the city shall be low in a low place. 20 Blessed are ye that sow be­side all wa­ters, that send forth thither the feet of the ox and the ass.