1 Woe to those who decree iniquitous decrees,and the writers who keep writing oppression,
2 to turn aside the needy from justiceand to rob the poor of my people of their right,that widows may be their spoil,and that they may make the fatherless their prey!
3 What will you do on the day of punishment,in the ruin that will come from afar?To whom will you flee for help,and where will you leave your wealth?
4 Nothing remains but to crouch among the prisonersor fall among the slain. For all this his anger has not turned away,and his hand is stretched out still.
5 Ah, Assyria, the rod of my anger;the staff in their hands is my fury!
6 Against a godless nation I send him,and against the people of my wrath I command him,to take spoil and seize plunder,and to tread them down like the mire of the streets.
7 But he does not so intend,and his heart does not so think;but it is in his heart to destroy,and to cut off nations not a few;