Micah

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The Message

1 God's Message as it came to Micah of Moresheth. It came during the reigns of Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah, kings of Judah. It had to do with what was going on in Samaria and Jerusalem.

2 Listen, earth, and everyone in it: The Master, God, takes the witness stand against you, the Master from his Holy Temple.

3 He comes down and strides across mountains and hills.

4 valleys split apart; The rock mountains crumble into gravel, the river valleys leak like sieves.

5 because Israel's family did wrong. You ask, "So what is Jacob's sin?" Just look at Samaria—isn't it obvious? And all the sex-and-religion shrines in Judah— isn't Jerusalem responsible?

6 a vacant lot littered with garbage. I'll dump the stones from her buildings in the valley and leave her abandoned foundations exposed.

7 will be sold for stove wood and scrap metal, All her sacred fertility groves burned to the ground, All the sticks and stones she worshiped as gods, destroyed. These were her earnings from her life as a whore. This is what happens to the fees of a whore."

8 This is why I go around in rags and barefoot. This is why I howl like a pack of coyotes, and moan like a mournful owl in the night.

9 Judah has been wounded with no healing in sight. Judgment has marched through the city gates. Jerusalem must face the charges.

10 Don't waste your tears. In Dustville, roll in the dust.

11 the alarm is sounded. The citizens of Exitburgh will never get out alive. Lament, Last-Stand City: There's nothing in you left standing.

12 wait in vain for sweet peace. Harsh judgment has come from God and entered Peace City.

13 get in your chariots for flight. You led the daughter of Zion into trusting not God but chariots. Similar sins in Israel also got their start in you.

14 to Good-byeville. Miragetown beckoned but disappointed Israel's kings.

15 has lost its inheritance. Glorytown has seen its last of glory.

16 over the loss of your precious towns. Go bald as a goose egg—they've gone into exile and aren't coming back.

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