Add parallel Print Page Options

Their slain shall be cast out,
    and the stench of their corpses shall rise;
    the mountains shall flow with their blood.(A)
All the host of heaven shall rot away,
    and the skies roll up like a scroll.
All their host shall wither
    like a leaf withering on a vine
    or fruit withering on a fig tree.(B)

When my sword has drunk its fill in the heavens,
    upon Edom it will fall,
    upon the people I have doomed to judgment.(C)

Read full chapter