I will punish the leaders and the royal songs, I will punish those who dress up like foreign priests and priestesses, who introduce pagan prayers and practices; and I will punish all who import pagan superstitions that turn holy places in hellhole. Judgment Day! God's Degree! Cries of panic from the city's Fish Gate, cries of terror from the city's Second Quarter, sounds of great crashing from the hills! Wail, you shopkeepers on Market Street! Moneymaking has had its day. The god Money is dead. On Judgment Day, I will search through every closet and alley in Jerusalem. I will find and punish those who are sitting it out, fat and lazy, amusing themselves and taking it easy who think God doesn't do anything good or bad. He isn't involved, so neither are we. But just wait. They'll lose everything they have, money and house and land. They'll build a house and never move in. They'll plant vineyards and never taste the wine. The Great Judgment Day of God is almost here. It's countdown time: ...seven, six. five, four...bitter and noisy cries on Judgment Day, even strong men screaming for help. Judgment Day is payday. My anger paid out: a day of distress and anguish, a day of catastrophic doom, a day of darkness at noon, a day of black storm clouds, a day of bloodcurdling war cries, as forts are assaulted, as defenses are smashed. I will make things so bad they won't know what hit them. They will walk around groping like the blind. They have sinned against God! Their blood will be poured out like old dishwater, their guts shoveled into slop buckets. Don't plan on buying your way out. Your money is worthless for this . This is the Day of God's Judgment my wrath! I care about sin with fiery passion; a fire to burn up the corrupted world, a wildfire finish to the corrupting people. So get yourselves together. Shape up! You're a nation without a clue about what it wants. Do it before your blown away like leaves in a windstorm, before God's Judgment anger sweeps down on you, before God's Judgment Day wrath descends with full force.
Adaptation from The Message by Eugene H. Peterson Submitted by Milton Lopez Delgado