King James VersionIsaiah47

Isaiah

1 Come down, and sit in the dust, O vir­gin daugh­ter of Baby­lon, sit on the ground: there is no throne, O daugh­ter of the Chaldeans: for thou shalt no more be called ten­der and del­i­cate. 2 Take the mill­stones, and grind meal: un­cov­er thy locks, make bare the leg, un­cov­er the thigh, pass over the rivers. 3 Thy naked­ness shall be un­cov­ered, yea, thy shame shall be seen: I will take vengeance, and I will not meet thee as a man. 4 As for our re­deemer, the LORD of hosts is his name, the Holy One of Is­rael. 5 Sit thou silent, and get thee into dark­ness, O daugh­ter of the Chaldeans: for thou shalt no more be called, The lady of king­doms. 6 I was wroth with my peo­ple, I have pol­lut­ed mine in­her­i­tance, and giv­en them into thine hand: thou didst shew them no mer­cy; upon the an­cient hast thou very heav­i­ly laid thy yoke. 7 And thou saidst, I shall be a lady for ev­er: so that thou didst not lay these things to thy heart, nei­ther didst re­mem­ber the lat­ter end of it. 8 There­fore hear now this, thou that art giv­en to plea­sures, that dwellest care­less­ly, that sayest in thine heart, I am, and none else be­side me; I shall not sit as a wid­ow, nei­ther shall I know the loss of chil­dren: 9 But these two things shall come to thee in a mo­ment in one day, the loss of chil­dren, and wid­ow­hood: they shall come upon thee in their per­fec­tion for the mul­ti­tude of thy sor­ceries, and for the great abun­dance of thine en­chant­ments. 10 For thou hast trust­ed in thy wicked­ness: thou hast said, None seeth me. Thy wis­dom and thy knowl­edge, it hath per­vert­ed thee; and thou hast said in thine heart, I am, and none else be­side me. 11 There­fore shall evil come upon thee; thou shalt not know from whence it riseth: and mis­chief shall fall upon thee; thou shalt not be able to put it off: and des­o­la­tion shall come upon thee sud­den­ly, which thou shalt not know. 12 Stand now with thine en­chant­ments, and with the mul­ti­tude of thy sor­ceries, where­in thou hast laboured from thy youth; if so be thou shalt be able to prof­it, if so be thou mayest pre­vail. 13 Thou art wea­ried in the mul­ti­tude of thy coun­sels. Let now the as­trologers, the stargaz­ers, the month­ly prog­nos­ti­ca­tors, stand up, and save thee from these things that shall come upon thee. 14 Be­hold, they shall be as stub­ble; the fire shall burn them; they shall not de­liv­er them­selves from the pow­er of the flame: there shall not be a coal to warm at, nor fire to sit be­fore it. 15 Thus shall they be unto thee with whom thou hast laboured, even thy mer­chants, from thy youth: they shall wan­der ev­ery one to his quar­ter; none shall save thee.