For three transgressions of Damascus, and for four I will cause terror with fire on the house of Hazael For many sins and even more, my fury will not relent Which shall devour and consume its ancient palaces I will not turn away My anger or my punishment Because of Edom, he pursued his brother with the sword Yet I will send the flames in the walls of Rabbah The king and princes shall go into captivity Judah will be taken to a land of sadness A place of recovery, a renewal of covenant promise Wickedness has a price, a consequence And sin betrays yet again Behold, the days are coming says the Lord When I will bring the captives back The Lord of Hosts will raise a prophet from your midst Who will despise the shame of the dreaded cross Was buried, later risen from the dead Ascended in eternal glory Yet my nation has devolved foolishly And it has turned into a byword of scorn You will become an object of horror And you will sow, yet harvest so small How long, O Lord, will your wrath burn like fire? Repent of your works and return to Me Redemption is here to stay We will hear you from afar I will exalt you aloud The exile will pass away