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A multitude of peoples will make their way to it, crying, Come, let us climb up to the Lord’s mountain-peak, to the house where the God of Jacob dwells; he shall teach us the right way, we will walk in the paths he has chosen. The Lord’s command shall go out from Sion, his word from Jerusalem; (Micah 4, 2)
At this present time, how many the nations that gather about thee, crying, Death to the adulteress! Feast we our eyes on Sion’s downfall! (Micah 4, 11)
Up, lady of Sion, and set about the threshing of them! Horn of iron, hoof of bronze he will give thee, to grind all that conspiracy of nations to dust. Forfeit to the Lord their ill-gotten gains shall be; nothing of theirs but must be his, who is master of the whole earth. (Micah 4, 13)
At this present time, what is left thee but to muster thy roving bands, daughter of an outlaw king? Hard siege presses us now; smitten on the cheek, now, is the ruler of Israel.✻ (Micah 5, 1)
Nay, son of Adam, what need to ask?✻ Best of all it is, and this above all the Lord demands of thee, right thou shouldst do, and ruth love, and carry thyself humbly in the presence of thy God. (Micah 6, 8)
City where the rich are ever busy with oppression, where all is treachery, and a man has a tongue in his mouth only to deceive! (Micah 6, 12)
Thine to eat, and eating, never have thy fill; for all alike, now, the same affliction.✻ Thine to enslave, but thy slaves never to keep; those thou hast, I mean to make over to the sword. (Micah 6, 14)
City that Sion hatest, never triumph over her fall; fall I, it is but to rise again, sit I in darkness, the Lord will be my light. (Micah 7, 8)
The Lord’s displeasure I must bear, I that have sinned against him, till at last he admits my plea, and grants redress. Out into the light he will bring me, to find him faithful still. (Micah 7, 9)
Let them lick the dust, serpent-fashion, crawl out from their homes, like scared reptiles, in terror of the Lord our God; much cause they shall have to fear him. (Micah 7, 17)
Bide his time he may, but power lacks not; guilty is guilty still. Storm and whirlwind are the path he treads, cloud-wrack the dust he spurns; (Nahum 1, 3)
Alas, when the blow of his resentment falls, who may confront that fierce anger unmoved? Here is vengeance poured out like fire, to melt the hard rock! (Nahum 1, 6)
