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- The oracle concerning Babylon which Isaiah the son of Amoz saw.
- Lift up a standard on the bare hill, Raise your voice to them, Wave the hand that they may enter the doors of the nobles.
- I have commanded My consecrated ones, I have even called My mighty warriors, My proudly exulting ones, To execute My anger.
- A sound of tumult on the mountains, Like that of many people! A sound of the uproar of kingdoms, Of nations gathered together! The LORD of hosts is mustering the army for battle.
- They are coming from a far country, From the farthest horizons, The LORD and His instruments of indignation, To destroy the whole land.
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