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Let me tell you, then, what I mean to do to this vineyard of mine. I mean to rob it of its hedge, so that all can plunder it, to break down its wall, so that it will be trodden under foot. (Isaiah 5, 5)
Yoke that fixed the burden, shaft that galled the shoulder, rod of the tyrant, all lie broken now, as they did long ago, when Madian fell. (Isaiah 9, 4)
Woe, too, upon the Assyrian! What is he but the rod that executes my vengeance, the instrument of my displeasure? (Isaiah 10, 5)
Poor fool, can axe set itself up against woodman, saw defy carpenter? Shall the rod turn on him who wields it, the staff, that is but wood, try conclusions with a living man? (Isaiah 10, 15)
And when that day comes, the remnant of Israel, the survivors of Jacob’s line, will learn to trust, not in the staff that turns into rod to smite them,✻ but in the Lord, the Holy One of Israel; here he shall find loyalty. (Isaiah 10, 20)
Here, then, is a message for you from the Lord, the God of hosts: Never lose heart, men of Sion, my own people, before the Assyrian, rod though he have to smite thee, staff to chastise thee, when thou meetest him on the road to Egypt.✻ (Isaiah 10, 24)
The Lord of hosts will bring the lash down upon him, as he did once on Madian at the rock Oreb; by the sea-shore, on the road to Egypt, his rod will be uplifted. (Isaiah 10, 26)
here is judgement will give the poor redress, here is award will right the wrongs of the defenceless. Word of him shall smite the earth like a rod, breath of him destroy the ill-doer; (Isaiah 11, 4)
The Lord has broken the staff in the hands of the wicked, the rod that oppressed us; (Isaiah 14, 5)
the rod whose mortal stroke once fell on the peoples so angrily, tamed the nations so cruelly, persecuted, and would not spare. (Isaiah 14, 6)
Too soon, Philistia, thou wouldst make public holiday over the breaking of the rod that smote thee. The serpent has gone, but he has left a basilisk stock behind him; a race that can catch birds on the wing. (Isaiah 14, 29)
All joy, all triumph gone from that fruitful land of thine; no mirth, no gaiety left; the presses shall be trampled no more by the labourers we knew; forgotten, now, the cry that used to go up when they trod the grapes. (Isaiah 16, 10)
