ISAIAH 14:1-21
But the LORD (Chaos/Order in perfect synergy) will pardon Jacob, and will again choose Israel (True Israel, simply, those who's hearts are circumcised to Truth, which is this: Vincit Omnia Veritas / Amor Vincit Omnia / FUTURUM EST NOSTRUM / Deus Vult) and will settle them on their own soil. (Sup America?) And strangers shall join them and shall cleave to the House of Jacob. For peoples shall take them and bring them to their homeland; and the House of Israel shall possesss them as slaves and handmaids on the soil of the LORD. They shall be captors of their captors and masters to their taskmasters.
And when the LORD has given you rest from sorrow and trouble, and from the hard service that you were made to serve, you shall recite this song of scorn over the king of Babylon:
"HOW IS THE TASKMASTER VANISHED,
WOE, HOW OPPRESSION IS ENDED!
THE LORD HAS BROKEN THE STAFF OF THE WICKED,
THE ROD OF TYRANTS,
THAT SMOTE PEOPLES IN WRATH WITH STROKE UNCEASING.
THAT BELABORED NATIONS IN FURY
IN RELENTLESS PURSUIT.
ALL THE EARTH IS CALM, UNTROUBLED;
LOUDLY IT CHEERS (WWG1WGA)
EVEN PINES REJOICE AT YOUR FATE,
AND CEDARS OF LEBANON;
NOW THAT YOU HAVE LAIN DOWN,
NONE SHALL COME UP TO FELL US.
SHEOL BELOW WAS ASTIR
TO GREET YOUR COMING-
ROUSING FOR YOU SHADES
OF ALL EARTH's CHIEFTAINS
RAISING FROM THEIR THRONES
ALL THE KINGS OF NATIONS.
ALL SPEAK UP AND SAY TO YOU,
"so you have been stricken as we were,
you have become like us!
your pomp is brought down to Sheol,
and the strains of your lutes!
worms are to be your bed,
maggots your blanket!"
How are you fallen from heaven,
O Shining One, son of Dawn!
How are you felled to earth,
O Vanquisher of nations!
Once you thought in your heart,
"I will climb to the sky;
Higher than the stars of God
I will set my throne.
I will sit in the mount of assembly,
On the summit of Zaphon:
I will mount on the back of a cloud-
I will match the Most High."
INSTEAD, YOU ARE BROUGHT DOWN TO SHEOL,
TO THE BOTTOM OF THE PIT.
THEY WHO BEHOLD YOU STARE;
THEY PEER AT YOU CLOSELY;
"IS THIS THE MAN WHO SHOOK THE EARTH,
WHO MADE REALMS TREMBLE,
WHO MADE THE WORLD LIKE A WASTE
AND WRECKED ITS TOWNS,
WHO NEVER RELEASED HIS PRISONERS TO THEIR HOMES?
ALL THE KINGS OF NATIONS
WERE LAID, EVERY ONE, IN HONOR
EACH IN HIS TOMB;
WHILE YOU WERE LEFT LYING UNBURIED,
LIKE LOATHSOME CARRION,
LIKE A TRAMPLED CORPSE.
IN THE CLOTHING OF SLAIN GASHED BY THE SWORD
WHO SINK TO THE VERY STONES OF THE PIT.
YOU SHALL NOT HAVE A BURIAL LIKE THEM;
BECAUSE YOU DESTROYED YOUR COUNTRY,
MURDERED YOUR OWN PEOPLE.
LET THE BREED OF EVILDOERS
NEVERMORE BE NAMED!
PREPARE A SLAUGHTERING BLOCK FOR HIS SONS
BECAUSE OF THE GUILT OF THEIR FATHER(s).
LET THEM NOT ARISE TO POSSESS THE EARTH!
THEN THE WORLD'S FACE SHALL BE COVERED WITH TOWNS!