Quotes About Change

before the light of the sun, moon, and stars is darkened, and the clouds return after the rain,

on the day the keepers of the house tremble and the strong men stoop, when those grinding cease because they are few and those watching through windows see dimly,

when the doors to the street are shut and the sound of the mill fades away, when one rises at the sound of a bird and all the daughters of song grow faint,

when men fear the heights and dangers of the road, when the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper loses its spring, and the caper berry shrivels—for then man goes to his eternal home and mourners walk the streets.

For now the winter is past; the rain is over and gone.

Why do you want more beatings? Why do you keep rebelling? Your head has a massive wound, and your whole heart is afflicted.

“I will make mere lads their leaders, and children will rule over them.”

In the year that King Ahaz died, this burden was received:

The waters of Nimrim are dried up, and the grass is withered; the vegetation is gone, and the greenery is no more.

For before the harvest, when the blossom is gone and the flower becomes a ripening grape, He will cut off the shoots with a pruning knife and remove and discard the branches.

The waters of the Nile will dry up, and the riverbed will be parched and empty.

The bulrushes by the Nile, by the mouth of the river, and all the fields sown along the Nile, will wither, blow away, and be no more.

I will remove you from office, and you will be ousted from your position.

The new wine dries up, the vine withers. All the merrymakers now groan.

The earth is utterly broken apart, the earth is split open, the earth is shaken violently.

In a very short time, will not Lebanon become an orchard, and the orchard seem like a forest?

In a little more than a year you will tremble, O secure ones. For the grape harvest will fail and the fruit harvest will not arrive.

Shudder, you ladies of leisure; tremble, you daughters of complacency. Strip yourselves bare and put sackcloth around your waists.

But hail will level the forest, and the city will sink to the depths.

All the stars of heaven will be dissolved. The skies will be rolled up like a scroll, and all their stars will fall like withered leaves from the vine, like foliage from the fig tree.

The parched ground will become a pool, the thirsty land springs of water. In the haunt where jackals once lay, there will be grass and reeds and papyrus.

My dwelling has been picked up and removed from me like a shepherdís tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom; from day until night You make an end of me.

No sooner are they planted, no sooner are they sown, no sooner have their stems taken root in the ground, than He blows on them and they wither, and a whirlwind sweeps them away like stubble.

Behold, the former things have happened, and now I declare new things. Before they spring forth I proclaim them to you.”