Isaías 32— comparação

1Eis que um rei reinará em justiça,

2Um homem será como um esconderijo contra o vento,

3Os olhos dos que veem não se ofuscarão,

4O coração dos precipitados compreenderá o conhecimento,

5O tolo não será mais chamado de nobre,

6Pois o tolo falará tolices,

7Os caminhos do homem vil são maus.

8Mas o nobre planeja coisas nobres,

9Levantem-se, vocês, mulheres que vivem tranquilas! Ouçam a minha voz!

10Em pouco mais de um ano vocês ficarão perturbadas, mulheres despreocupadas;

11Tremam, mulheres que vivem tranquilas!

12Batam no peito pelos campos agradáveis,

13Espinheiros e sarças crescerão na terra do meu povo;

14Pois o palácio será abandonado.

15até que o Espírito seja derramado sobre nós do alto,

16Então a retidão habitará no deserto;

17A obra da justiça será a paz,

18Meu povo viverá em uma habitação pacífica,

19ainda que o granizo derrube a floresta,

20Bem-aventurados são vocês que semeiam junto a todas as águas,

1Behold, a king shall reign in righteousness, and princes shall rule in justice.

2A man shall be as a hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the storm, as streams of water in a dry place, as the shade of a large rock in a weary land.

3The eyes of those who see will not be dim, and the ears of those who hear will listen.

4The heart of the rash will understand knowledge, and the tongue of the stammerers will be ready to speak plainly.

5The fool will no longer be called noble, nor the scoundrel be highly respected.

6For the fool will speak folly, and his heart will work iniquity, to practice profanity, and to utter error against Yahweh, to make empty the soul of the hungry, and to cause the drink of the thirsty to fail.

7The ways of the scoundrel are evil. He devises wicked plans to destroy the humble with lying words, even when the needy speaks right.

8But the noble devises noble things, and he will continue in noble things.

9Rise up, you women who are at ease! Hear my voice! You careless daughters, give ear to my speech!

10For days beyond a year you will be troubled, you careless women; for the vintage will fail. The harvest won’t come.

11Tremble, you women who are at ease! Be troubled, you careless ones! Strip yourselves, make yourselves naked, and put sackcloth on your waist.

12Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

13Thorns and briers will come up on my people’s land; yes, on all the houses of joy in the joyous city.

14For the palace will be forsaken. The populous city will be deserted. The hill and the watchtower will be for dens forever, a delight for wild donkeys, a pasture of flocks,

15until the Spirit is poured on us from on high, and the wilderness becomes a fruitful field, and the fruitful field is considered a forest.

16Then justice will dwell in the wilderness; and righteousness will remain in the fruitful field.

17The work of righteousness will be peace, and the effect of righteousness, quietness and confidence forever.

18My people will live in a peaceful habitation, in safe dwellings, and in quiet resting places,

19though hail flattens the forest, and the city is leveled completely.

20Blessed are you who sow beside all waters, who send out the feet of the ox and the donkey.