Isaiah 28:1-13

1What sorrow awaits the proud city of Samaria— the glorious crown of the drunks of Israel. It sits at the head of a fertile valley, but its glorious beauty will fade like a flower. It is the pride of a people brought down by wine.

2For the Lord will send a mighty army against it. Like a mighty hailstorm and a torrential rain, they will burst upon it like a surging flood and smash it to the ground.

3The proud city of Samaria— the glorious crown of the drunks of Israel— will be trampled beneath its enemies’ feet.

4It sits at the head of a fertile valley, but its glorious beauty will fade like a flower. Whoever sees it will snatch it up, as an early fig is quickly picked and eaten.

5Then at last the Lord of Heaven’s Armies will himself be Israel’s glorious crown. He will be the pride and joy of the remnant of his people.

6He will give a longing for justice to their judges. He will give great courage to their warriors who stand at the gates.

7Now, however, Israel is led by drunks who reel with wine and stagger with alcohol. The priests and prophets stagger with alcohol and lose themselves in wine. They reel when they see visions and stagger as they render decisions.

8Their tables are covered with vomit; filth is everywhere.

9“Who does the Lord think we are?” they ask. “Why does he speak to us like this? Are we little children, just recently weaned?

10He tells us everything over and over— one line at a time, one line at a time, a little here, and a little there!”

11So now God will have to speak to his people through foreign oppressors who speak a strange language!

12God has told his people, “Here is a place of rest; let the weary rest here. This is a place of quiet rest.” But they would not listen.

13So the Lord will spell out his message for them again, one line at a time, one line at a time, a little here, and a little there, so that they will stumble and fall. They will be injured, trapped, and captured.