When light is rejected, what is chosen—is the darkness.

Isaiah 3

NARRATOR:


For look! the true Lord, Jehovah of armies, 
is removing from Jerusalem and Judah every kind of support and supply—
all support of bread and water.
Mighty man and warrior, 
judge and prophet, diviner and elder, 
chief of fifty, dignitary, and adviser, 
the expert magician and the skilled charmer—
all will be taken away.

JEHOVAH:

I will make boys their princes, 
and the unstable will rule over them.

NARRATOR:


The people will oppress one another, 
each one his fellow man.
The boy will assault the old man, 
and the lightly esteemed one will defy the respected one.
Each one will take hold of his brother in his father’s house and say:

PEOPLE:


“You have a cloak—you be our commander.
Take charge of this overthrown pile of ruins.”

NARRATOR:


But he will protest in that day:

BROTHER:


“I will not be your wound dresser; 
I have no food or clothing in my house.
Do not make me commander over the people.”
For Jerusalem has stumbled, 
and Judah has fallen, 
because in word and deed they are against Jehovah; 
they behave defiantly in his glorious presence.
The expression of their faces testifies against them, 
and they proclaim their sin like Sodom; 
they do not try to hide it.
Woe to them, for they are bringing disaster on themselves!
Tell the righteous that it will go well for them; 
they will be rewarded for what they do.
Woe to the wicked one!
Disaster will befall him, 
for what his hands have done will be done to him.
As for my people, their taskmasters are abusive, 
 and women rule over them.
My people, your leaders are causing you to wander, 
 and they confuse the direction of your paths.

NARRATOR:


Jehovah is taking his position to accuse; 
he is standing up to pass sentence on peoples.
Jehovah will enter into judgment with the elders and princes of his people.

JEHOVAH:


“You have burned down the vineyard, 
and what you have stolen from the poor is in your houses.
How dare you crush my people 
and grind the faces of the poor in the dirt?”

NARRATOR:


Jehovah says:

JEHOVAH:


“Because the daughters of Zion are haughty, 
walking with their heads high, 
flirting with their eyes, skipping along, 
making a tinkling sound with their anklets, 
I will strike the head of the daughters of Zion with scabs, 
and I will make their forehead bare.
In that day I will take away 
the beauty of their bangles, 
the headbands and the crescent-shaped ornaments, 
the earrings, the bracelets, and the veils, 
the headdresses, the ankle chains, the breastbands, 
the perfume receptacles and the charms, 
the finger rings and the nose rings, 
the ceremonial robes, the overtunics, the cloaks, and the purses, 
the hand mirrors and the linen garments, 
the turbans and the veils.
Instead of balsam oil, there will be a rotten smell; 
instead of a belt, a rope; 
instead of a beautiful hairstyle, baldness; 
instead of a rich garment, a garment of sackcloth; 
and a brand mark instead of beauty.
By the sword your men will fall, 
and your mighty men in battle.
Her entrances will mourn and grieve, 
and she will sit on the ground desolate.”

Isaiah 4

NARRATOR:


And seven women will grab hold of one man in that day, saying:

WOMEN:


“We will eat our own bread
and wear our own clothing; 
only let us be called by your name
to take away our disgrace.”

NARRATOR:


In that day what Jehovah makes sprout will be splendid and glorious, 
and the fruitage of the land will be the pride and beauty
of the survivors of Israel.
Whoever remains in Zion and is left over in Jerusalem will be called holy—
all of those in Jerusalem written down for life.
When Jehovah washes away the filth of the daughters of Zion
and rinses away the bloodshed of Jerusalem
by the spirit of judgment and by a spirit of burning, 
Jehovah will create over the whole site of Mount Zion
and over the place of her conventions
a cloud and smoke by day
and a bright flaming fire by night.
Over all the glory there will be a shelter—
a booth for shade by day from the heat, 
and for refuge and protection from storms and rain.

Isaiah 5

PROPHET:


Let me sing, please, to my beloved
a song about my loved one and his vineyard.
My beloved had a vineyard on a fruitful hillside.
He dug it up and rid it of stones.
He planted it with a choice red vine, 
built a tower in the middle of it, 
and hewed out a winepress in it.
Then he kept hoping for it to produce grapes, 
but it produced only wild grapes.
“And now, you inhabitants of Jerusalem
and men of Judah—
please judge between me and my vineyard.
What more could I have done for my vineyard
that I have not already done?
Why, when I hoped for grapes, 
did it produce only wild grapes?
Now, please, let me tell you
what I will do to my vineyard:
I will remove its hedge, 
and it will be burned down.
I will break down its stone wall, 
and it will be trampled on.
I will make it a wasteland; 
it will not be pruned or hoed.
It will be overgrown with thornbushes and weeds, 
and I will command the clouds not to send any rain on it.”

NARRATOR:


For the vineyard of Jehovah of armies is the house of Israel; 
the men of Judah are the plantation he was fond of.
He kept hoping for justice, 
but look—there was injustice; 
for righteousness, 
but look—a cry of distress.
Woe to those who join one house to another
and who annex one field to another
until there is no more room
and you live by yourselves on the land!
Jehovah of armies has sworn
that many houses, though great and beautiful, 
will become an object of horror, 
without an inhabitant.
For ten acres of vineyard will produce but one bath measure, 
and a homer of seed will produce only an ephah.
Woe to those who get up early in the morning to drink alcohol, 
who linger late into the evening darkness until wine inflames them!
They have harp and stringed instrument, tambourine, flute, and wine at their feasts, 
but they do not consider the activity of Jehovah
and they do not see the work of his hands.
So my people will go into exile for lack of knowledge; 
their glorious men will go hungry, 
and all their people will be parched with thirst.
So the Grave has enlarged itself
and opened its mouth wide without limit; 
and her splendor, her noisy multitudes, and her revelers
will certainly go down into it.
Man will bow down; man will be brought low; 
and the eyes of the haughty will be brought low.
Jehovah of armies will be exalted by his judgment; 
the true God, the Holy One, will sanctify himself through righteousness.
And the lambs will graze as in their pasture; 
foreign residents will feed on the desolate places of well-fed animals.
Woe to those who drag along their guilt with ropes of deception
and their sin with wagon cords—
those who say:

ARROGANT PEOPLE:


“Let Him speed up his work; 
let it come quickly that we may see it.
Let the purpose of the Holy One of Israel take place
that we may know it!”

NARRATOR:


Woe to those who say that good is bad and bad is good, 
who substitute darkness for light and light for darkness, 
who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!
Woe to those wise in their own eyes
and discreet in their own sight!
Woe to those who are mighty in drinking wine
and masters at mixing alcoholic drinks, 
those who acquit the wicked for a bribe
and deny justice to the righteous!
Therefore, just as fire consumes stubble
and dry grass shrivels in the flames, 
their very roots will rot
and their blossoms will scatter like powder, 
because they rejected the law of Jehovah of armies
and disrespected the word of the Holy One of Israel.
That is why the anger of Jehovah burns against his people, 
and he will stretch out his hand against them and strike them.
The mountains will quake, 
and their corpses will be like refuse in the streets.
In view of all this, his anger has not turned back, 
but his hand is still stretched out to strike.
He has raised up a signal to a distant nation; 
he has whistled for them to come from the ends of the earth; 
and look! they are coming very swiftly.
None among them are tired or stumbling; 
no one is drowsy or sleeps.
The belt around their waist is not loosened, 
nor are their sandal laces broken.
All their arrows are sharp, 
and all their bows are bent.
The hooves of their horses are like flint, 
and their wheels like a storm wind.
Their roaring is like that of a lion; 
they roar like young lions.
They will growl and seize the prey
and carry it off with no one to rescue it.
In that day they will growl over it
like the growling of the sea.
Anyone who gazes at the land will see distressing darkness; 
even the light has grown dark because of the clouds.

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