Awe, am I now cut off from your dominion, O king? No buying, selling, or trading with you because I refuse to accept the mark of happy, happy, Beljoy? Suit yourself, after all you are the head-sum of the gold, O king. However one of yours recently said, "Pretend you are in Babylon and sing us a song." Was there not a song sung? Were there no harps harping? Has this not been piped to you in right here in your own market place? Whereunto has the Master likened this generation? It is like unto children sitting in the markets, and calling to their fellows, saying, We have piped unto you, and you have not danced; we have mourned unto you, and you have not lamented. Yet the word of Elohim again says this, O king, Behold, the name of YHWH comes from afar, burning with his anger, and the burden thereof is heavy: his lips are full of indignation, and his tongue as a devouring fire: and his breath, as an overflowing stream, shall reach to the midst of the neck, to sift the nations with the sieve of vanity: and there shall be a bridle in the jaws of the people, causing them to err. You shall have a song, as in the night when a holy solemnity is kept; and gladness of heart, as when one goes with a pipe to come into the mountain of YHWH, to the mighty One of Yisrael. And YHWH shall cause His glorious voice to be heard, and shall show the lighting down of His arm, with the indignation of His anger, and with the flame of a devouring fire, with scattering, and tempest, and hailstones. For by the voice of YHWH shall the Assyrian be beaten down; with a rod he shall be smitten. And with every passage of the appointed staff, which YHWH shall lay upon him; it shall be with timbrels of toph, and with harps, and with battles of waves He shall war with him. For Tophet is ordained of old; yea, for the king it is prepared. He has made deep and broad the pile, the fire and the wood is multiplied: the breath of YHWH kindles it like a river of brimstone!
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