TSK · Isaiah 21:1

The whirlewind commeth out of the South, and the colde from the North winde.

The noyse of a multitude is in the mountaines, like a great people: a tumultuous voyce of the kingdomes of the nations gathered together: the Lorde of hostes nombreth the hoste of the battell.

Beholde, I will stirre vp the Medes against them, which shall not regarde siluer, nor be desirous of golde.

For the Lord wil haue compassion of Iaakob, and wil yet chuse Israel, and cause them to rest in their owne lande: and the stranger shall ioyne him selfe vnto them, and they shall cleaue to the house of Iaakob.

And I wil make it a possession to ye hedgehogge, and pooles of water, and I will sweepe it with the besome of destruction, sayeth the Lorde of hostes.

Come downe and sit in the dust: O virgine, daughter Babel, sit on the ground: there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans: for thou shalt no more be called, Tender and delicate.

The sea is come vp vpon Babel: he is couered with the multitude of the waues thereof.

For he and his people with him, euen the terrible nations shall be brought to destroy the land: and they shall drawe their swordes against Egypt, and fill the land with the slaine.

And at ye end of time shall the King of the South push at him, & the king of the North shall come against him like a whirlewind with charets, & with horsemen, and with many ships, & he shall enter into ye countreis, & shal ouerflow & passe through.