Saturday in Season after Pentecost

5Verse 5. and wealth indeed betrays him. He is an arrogant man never at rest. He enlarges his appetite like Sheol, and like Death, he is never satisfied. He gathers all the nations to himself and collects all the peoples as his own. 6Verse 6. Will not all of these take up a taunt against him, speaking with mockery and derision: ‘Woe to him who amasses what is not his and makes himself rich with many loans! How long will this go on?’ 7Verse 7. Will not your creditors suddenly arise and those who disturb you awaken? Then you will become their prey. 8Verse 8. Because you have plundered many nations, the remnant of the people will plunder you— because of your bloodshed against man and your violence against the land, the city, and all their dwellers. 9Verse 9. Woe to him who builds his house by unjust gain, to place his nest on high and escape the hand of disaster! 10Verse 10. You have plotted shame for your house by cutting off many peoples and forfeiting your life. 11Verse 11. For the stones will cry out from the wall, and the rafters will echo it from the woodwork.

1Verse 1. This is the vision concerning Judah and Jerusalem that Isaiah son of Amoz saw during the reigns of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah, kings of Judah. 2Verse 2. Listen, O heavens, and give ear, O earth, for the LORD has spoken: “I have raised children and brought them up, but they have rebelled against Me. 3Verse 3. The ox knows its owner, and the donkey its master’s manger, but Israel does not know; My people do not understand.” 4Verse 4. Alas, O sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, a brood of evildoers, children who act corruptly! They have forsaken the LORD; they have despised the Holy One of Israel and turned their backs on Him. 5Verse 5. Why do you want more beatings? Why do you keep rebelling? Your head has a massive wound, and your whole heart is afflicted. 6Verse 6. From the sole of your foot to the top of your head, there is no soundness— only wounds and welts and festering sores neither cleansed nor bandaged nor soothed with oil. 7Verse 7. Your land is desolate; your cities are burned with fire. Foreigners devour your fields before you — a desolation demolished by strangers. 8Verse 8. And the Daughter of Zion is abandoned like a shelter in a vineyard, like a shack in a cucumber field, like a city besieged. 9Verse 9. Unless the LORD of Hosts had left us a few survivors, we would have become like Sodom, we would have resembled Gomorrah.