I listened and my stomach churned; 1 the sound made my lips quiver. My frame went limp, as if my bones were decaying, 2 and I shook as I tried to walk. 3 I long 4 for the day of distress to come upon 5 the people who attack us.
And the sound of the harpists, musicians, flute players, and trumpeters will never be heard in you 1 again. No 2 craftsman 3 who practices any trade will ever be found in you again; the noise of a mill 4 will never be heard in you again.
Because you did that, I, the Lord, affirm that 1 a time is coming when I will make Rabbah, the capital city of Ammon, hear the sound of the battle cry. It will become a mound covered with ruins. 2 Its villages will be burned to the ground. 3 Then Israel will take back its land from those who took their land from them. I, the Lord, affirm it! 4
Now if you are ready, when you hear the sound of the horn, flute, zither, trigon, harp, pipes, and all kinds of music, you must bow down and pay homage to the statue that I had made. If you don’t pay homage to it, you will immediately be thrown into the midst of the furnace of blazing fire. Now, who is that god who can rescue you from my power?” 1