Gen Z: Isaiah 16
1Send the lamb to the boss of the land from Sela to the wild, to the mount of the daughter of Zion, no cap.
2Just like a lost bird kicked outta the nest, the daughters of Moab gonna chill at the fords of Arnon, fr.
3Get together, make moves; be a shadow like nighttime when it’s lit outside; hide the outcasts, don’t snitch on the wanderers.
4Let my outcasts vibe with you, Moab; be their safe space from the haters: the scammers are done, the spoilers are out, and the oppressors are gone for good.
5With mercy, the throne will be set up: he’ll sit there for real, judging and seeking the truth, popping off on righteousness.
6We’ve heard about Moab's pride; he’s super proud, full of himself, but his lies ain't gonna fly, periodt.
7So Moab gonna howl for Moab, everyone’s gonna feel it: mourn for the foundations of Kir–hareseth; they’re definitely hurting.
8The fields of Heshbon are looking rough, and the vine of Sibmah is struggling: the bosses of the land wrecked the main plants, and they’re wandering through the wild; her branches are stretching out, gone over the sea, no cap.
9So I’ll cry like Jazer for the vine of Sibmah: I’ll water you with my tears, Heshbon and Elealeh; the hype for your summer fruits and harvest has dropped.
10Gladness got snatched away, and joy from the fields; no singing in the vineyards, no hype; the treaders ain’t making wine anymore; I’ve made their vintage vibes stop.
11My insides gonna sound like a harp for Moab, and my heart for Kir–haresh, fr.
12And when Moab looks tired on the high place, he’ll hit up his sanctuary to pray; but he won’t come through.
13This is the word the Lord dropped about Moab since that time, no cap.
14But now the Lord’s saying, in three years, like a hireling’s time, Moab’s glory gonna be dissed, with that big crowd; and the leftovers gonna be small and weak, periodt.