¹Gather yourselves together and gather, O nation that does not yearn,

²Before the decree brings forth—a day passes by like chaff—before the burning anger of Yahweh comes upon you, before the day of the anger of Yahweh comes upon you.

³Seek Yahweh, all you humble ones of the land, who have practised his justice; seek righteousness, seek gentleness; perhaps you will be hidden on the day of the anger of Yahweh.

⁴For Gaza will be abandoned, and Ashkelon a wasteland; Ashdod, at noon they will drive it out, and Ekron will be uprooted.

⁵Woe to those who dwell in the region of the sea, the nation of the Kerethites! The word of Yahweh is against you, O Canaan, land of the Philistines: I will destroy you, so that there is no one who dwells there.

⁶And the region of the sea will become pastures, wells for shepherds, and folds for the flock.

⁷And the region will belong to the remnant of the house of Judah; upon them they will graze; in the houses of Ashkelon at evening they will lie down; for Yahweh their God will visit them and will turn back their captivity.

⁸I have heard the taunting of Moab and the revilings of the sons of Ammon, who taunted my people and made themselves great against their boundary.

⁹Therefore, as I live, the utterance of Yahweh of hosts, the God of Israel, surely Moab will be like Sodom and the sons of Ammon like Gomorrah: a place possessed by weeds and a pit of salt and a wasteland forever; the remnant of my people will plunder them, and the rest of my nation will take possession of them.

¹⁰This is theirs in place of their pride, because they taunted and made themselves great against the people of Yahweh of hosts.

¹¹Yahweh will be awesome against them, for he will emaciate all the gods of the land; and each man from his own place will bow down to him, all the coastlands of the nations.

¹²Also you, O Cushites, they are the slain of my sword.

¹³And he will stretch out his hand against the north and destroy Assyria, and he will make Nineveh a wasteland, parched like the wilderness.

¹⁴Herds will crouch in her midst, every beast of the nation; the pelican too, the porcupine too, will spend the night among her capitals; a voice will sing in the window, drought on the threshold, for he has laid bare the cedar-work.

¹⁵This is the jubilant city that dwells in security, that says in her heart, I am, and there is none besides me; how she has become a waste, a lair for beasts! Everyone who passes by her will hiss, will shake his hand.