Isaiah 10:1-11

¹Woe unto them that decree iniquitous decrees, and to the writers that prescribe oppression,

²to turn away the poor from judgment, and to take away the right from the afflicted of my people; that widows may be their prey, and that they may rob the fatherless!

³And what will ye do in the day of visitation, and in the sudden destruction which shall come from far? To whom will ye flee for help, and where will ye leave your glory?

⁴They can but crouch under the prisoners, and they shall fall under the slain. For all this his anger is not turned away, and his hand is stretched out still.

⁵Ah! the Assyrian! the rod of mine anger! and the staff in their hand is mine indignation.

⁶I will send him against a hypocritical nation, and against the people of my wrath will I give him a charge; to take the spoil, and to seize the prey, and to tread them down like the mire of the streets.

⁷But he meaneth not so, neither doth his heart think so; for it is in his heart to extirpate and cut off nations not a few.

⁸For he saith, Are not my princes all kings?

⁹Is not Calno as Karkemish? Is not Hamath as Arpad? Is not Samaria as Damascus?

¹⁰As my hand hath found the kingdoms of the idols, — and their graven images exceeded those of Jerusalem and Samaria,

¹¹— shall I not, as I have done unto Samaria and her idols, so do to Jerusalem and her images?