צפניה בZephaniah 2

Gather together, gather,
O nation without shame,

Before the day the decree is born—
The day flies by like chaff] not gathered in, / Before you are driven like flying chaff”; cf. Ps. 35.5.—
Before GOD’s fierce anger
Overtakes you,
Before the day GOD’s anger
Overtakes you.

Seek GOD,
All you humble of the land
Who have fulfilled God’s law;
Seek righteousness,
Seek humility.
Perhaps you will find shelter
On the day of GOD’s anger.

Indeed, Gaza shall be deserted
And Ashkelon desolate;
Ashdod’s people shall be expelled in broad daylight,
And Ekron shall be uprooted.

Ah, nation of Cherethites
Who inhabit the seacoast!
There is a word of GOD against you,
O Canaan, land of the Philistines:
I will lay you waste
Without inhabitants.

The seacoast Cheroth shall become
An abode for shepherds and folds for flocks,

And shall be a portion for the remnant of the House of Judah;
On these [pastures] they shall graze [their flocks],
They shall lie down at eventide
In the houses of Ashkelon.
For the ETERNAL their God will take note of them
And restore their fortunes.

I have heard the insults of Moab
And the jeers of the Ammonites,
Who have insulted My people
And gloated over their country.

Assuredly, as I live
—declares GOD of Hosts, the God of Israel—
Moab shall become like Sodom
And the Ammonites like Gomorrah:
Clumps of weeds and patches of salt,
And desolation evermore.
The remnant of My people shall plunder them,
The remainder of My nation shall possess them.

That is what they’ll get for their haughtiness,
For insulting and jeering
At the people of GOD of Hosts.

GOD will appear terrible against them,
Causing all the gods on earth to shrivel;
And all the coastlands of the nations
Shall bow in homage—
Everyone in their own home.

You Cushites too—
They shall be slain by My sword.

[God] will reach out against the north
And destroy Assyria—
Making Nineveh a desolation,
Arid as the desert.

In it flocks shall lie down,
Every species of beast,
While jackdaws and owls roost on its capitals,
The great owl hoots in the window,
And the raven [croaks] on the threshold.
For its cedarwork is laid bare.

Is this the exultant city
That dwelt secure,
That thought in her heart,
“I am, and there is none but me”?
Alas, she is become a waste,
A lair of wild beasts!
Everyone who passes by her
Hisses and makes a hand gesture.