8 What is that sailing bylike cloudsor like doves flying home?
9 On those distant islandsyour people are waitingfor me, the Lord.Seagoing ships lead the wayto bring them homewith their silver and gold.I, the holy Lord God of Israel,do this to honour your people,so they will honour me.
10 Jerusalem, your city wallswill be rebuilt by foreigners;their rulers will becomeyour slaves.I punished you in my anger;now I will be kindand treat you with mercy.
11 Your gates will be openday and nightto let the rulers of nationslead their people to youwith all their treasures.
12 Any nation or kingdomthat refuses to serve youwill be wiped out.
13 Wood from Lebanon's best treeswill be brought to you—the pines, the firs,and the cypress trees.It will be used in my templeto make beautiful the placewhere I rest my feet.
14 The descendants of enemieswho hated and ill-treated youwill kneel at your feet.They will say, “You are Zion,the city of the Lord,the holy God of Israel.”