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and instead all is mirth and gladness, oxen killed here, rams slaughtered there, meat being eaten and wine drunk; come, let us eat and drink, for to-morrow we die! (Isaiah 22, 13)
There they lie, trodden under foot; poor folk trample on them now, the disinherited spurn them as they pass. (Isaiah 26, 6)
nor any grudge my hearts bears it. Would I were an enemy as relentless as thorns and briars are!✻ Then I would trample it down and make a bonfire of it. (Isaiah 27, 4)
the sword of the Lord, glutted with blood! Well nourished with fat, where it drank the blood of lambs and goats, of stalled rams! There are victims ready for the Lord in Bosra; great slaughter then shall be in the land of Edom. (Isaiah 34, 6)
What saving power had the gods of those old peoples my fathers overthrew, Gozam, and Haram, and Repheth, and the race of Eden who lived in Thalassar? (Isaiah 37, 12)
And one day, when he was at worship in the temple of his god Nosroch, two sons of his, Adramelech and Sarasar, drew their swords on him, and so escaped into the land of Ararat; and the kingdom passed to his son Asarhaddon. (Isaiah 37, 38)
No ram of thine offered in burnt-sacrifice to me, no victims of thine to do me honour; little burden have my offerings been to thee, little trouble my meed of incense! (Isaiah 43, 23)
Who was it framed this god, moulded this image that nothing avails? (Isaiah 44, 10)
It was I framed the earth, and created man to dwell in it; it was my hands that spread out the heavens, my voice that marshalled the starry host; (Isaiah 45, 12)
The Lord has pronounced it; the Lord who made the heavens, and the whole frame and fashion of earth, moulded to his will. He did not create it to lie idle, he shaped it to be man’s home. And he says, It is the Lord that speaks, there is no other to rival me; (Isaiah 45, 18)
Into thee all the herds of Cedar shall be driven, the rams of Nabaioth shall be thy victims; gifts at my altar accepted, to make the fame of my temple more famous yet. (Isaiah 60, 7)
None other has trodden the wine-press but I only; out of all the nations, no champion came to stand at my side. I have been treading them down in my anger, trampling on them, full of vengeance; their blood that has been sprinkled on the clothes about me; I come in garments deep-dyed. (Isaiah 63, 3)
