Zephaniah 3

¹Woe to the provoking, and redeemed city, the dove.

²She hath not hearkened to the voice, neither hath she received discipline: she hath not trusted in the Lord, she drew not near to her God.

³Her princes are in the midst of her as roaring lions: her judges are evening wolves, they left nothing for the morning.

⁴Her prophets are senseless men without faith: her priests have polluted the sanctuary, they have acted unjustly against the law.

⁵The just Lord is in the midst thereof, he will not do iniquity: in the morning, in the morning he will bring his judgment to light, and it shall not be hid: but the wicked man hath not known shame.

⁶I have destroyed the nations, and their towers are beaten down: I have made their ways desert, so that there is none that passeth by: their cities are desolate, there is not a man remaining, nor any inhabitant.

⁷I said: Surely thou wilt fear me, thou wilt receive correction: and her dwelling shall not perish, for all things wherein I have visited her: but they rose early and corrupted all their thoughts.

⁸Wherefore expect me, saith the Lord, in the day of my resurrection that is to come, for my judgment is to assemble the Gentiles, and to gather the kingdoms: and to pour upon them my indignation, all my fierce anger: for with the fire of my jealousy shall all the earth be devoured.

⁹Because then I will restore to the people a chosen lip, that all may call upon the name of the Lord, and may serve him with one shoulder.

¹⁰From beyond the rivers of Ethiopia, shall my suppliants the children of my dispersed people bring me an offering.