In the days to come
and many peoples will go and say,
He will arbitrate between many peoples,
They will live each under his vine,
Each nation trusts in the names of their gods,
“On that day,” says the Lord,
I will restore the lame as a remnant,
But you, watchtower for the flock,
So why do you now cry aloud? Haven’t you any king?
Writhe and scream, daughter of Zion, like a woman in labor!
But now many nations gather against you.
But they do not know the thoughts of the Lord.
“Arise, thresh, daughter of Zion.