Originally posted by riffraffalunas
Isaiah 13: 21-22 ( as follows)
21: But wild beasts of the desert shall dwell there; and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; and owls shall dwell there, and
satyrs shall dance there.
22: And the wild beasts of the islands shall cry in their desolate houses, and dragons in their pleasant palaces: and her time is
near to come, and her days shall not be prolonged
Here's an alternative translation. It's not too well worked over as for mirroring etc, but it serves i bit more insight into the subject:
21 But the beasts of the desert shall dwell there, and the houses shall be filled with owls. There shall the ostriges dwell and shagged trolls shall
jump around. 22 Wild dogs shall howl in the forts and jackals in the castles where it where pleasure and joy used to rule. A time has been set for the
city (ie. Babylon) and it's days shall not be prolonged.
The way I translate this passage, well the whole chapter, is that God will send satans against Babylon, which is Rome this time around, for her
astrology is evil. The constellations she has drawn is like puke and frogs. The Heaven she has shaped, is shaped by humans, not God. She has made
Heaven unclean. Welcomed dragons and cast out prophets. Therefore God shall judge her. For she doesn't tell the prophecy right. She has made the
image of God, his holy Name, into the image of a beast. She has made the name of the beast into her god. Worse than the son of Seth's ways and his
contemporaries, are her ways. For in the time of Enosh atleast they worshipped the Name of God. She has made sons from an unclean sun and called them
fathers, though they're all childless. They say they are in Heaven. But hellfire is above her. Her heaven shall be shook, the Dragon shall be
humbled. His power shall be overthrown. The Word of God is in my veins, the Law of God, my heart. She has broken my heart, and for that she must pay.
The king of Babylon is Satan in disguise. The grapes she has sown are bitter. Her fruit is the wrath of God. With joy and gifts, music and choirs,
poems and drama, she celebrates the death of prophets, blood of holy men and women is dripping from her mouth, her hands are full of shame. I didn't
learn anything but sin from her. Who does she think she is? A son of God who carries sin? No! She is like a woman whose doors are open. For sin. If
Justice walk therein and see their filth. How their images has lead the good to wickedness, the wicked to glory. Her Dominæ is the Dragon, not God.
Ancient demons had their powers from her. Her festivals holds speeches for the beasts. On is her city. The Olymp, her mountain. The god of the castles
is her refuge. She didn't cast out the old gods of her lovers. The claws on her lover's feet she made her servants, it's horns show all her
whoredom. The horns uppon her prophet's head are princes of deceit: The princes of the king of Babylon: the prince of Javan (democracy) and the
prince of Persia (UN) won't save her in the time of need. Neither will any of the spirits she worships. The wrath and woe they fear and fight has
come from God above. The holy archs will not surrender. Faithful stars will shine.
She says she holds the keys of Heaven. But the keys don't fit no more. God has changed the lock. The promises she gave the beasts, her deals with the
dead, are vain words made between fools. Poor men's riddles my God has solved.
Babylon: How could you give the bread to dogs and serpents to the children of the existing One? Mene, mene, tekel ufarsin! It's written on her wall.
The king of Babylon is the father of sin. He sat himself in the chair of a god. Forgave sins without the authority. For Peter was never Pope. When he
comes whom she will call the second, the prophecy will be reveiled. He will be cast down from the throne. For she has trusted violence, lies and
pride. That which fills her basement with preacious stones and gold, her walls with images of gods and sinners, her throne with filth. She rise her
prophets from the Earth, her lovers from the ocean. She gives them names of blasphemy. Holy names to wicked souls. Let the dead rest I tell you! You
use the power of Ba'al to rise them. The power of the Satan. You force me to send messages back that kills my Salvation. Your heaven and your clock
is wrong! Your calendar, a kiss of death! Your laws are all blasphemic. Your prophets are all like Bileam, him they payed to destroy Israel, your
priests like Nadab and Abihu, who didn't follow the Law, like Korah, Datan, Abiram and On, unholy priests who were swallowed by the Earth, cast alive
into Unseen State. You have become a curse uppon Israel, a woe to the children of God, a venomous plant in the Kingdom of Heaven. They who hope for
God and keep his commandments must run for their lives. They who dream of rest, in the arms of Abraham. Who patiently awaits the victory. You have
made it impossible for them to enter your houses, they must guard their children from your dogs. This was not my God's command. Yeshuah didn't say
it. It was your own sin who dictated your wishes, your king who killed my God. Your human heart deceived my God. Your plans will find fulfillment, but
not the way you think. Peter II will be humbled like Nebukadnezzar. Your own prophets admit it. The Word is the Tannakh. It prophecy the course of the
world. Why do you call the evil good and the good evil? Why do you choose the wicked path? Mene, mene, tekel ufarsin!
Blessings,
Mikromarius