In the last days, the mountain of the temple of the Lord will be established above all the mountains and elevated above all the mountains. All the people will flow back to this mountain.

Many nations will go, saying, Come, let us climb up the mountain of the Lord and flee to the house of the God of Jacob. The Lord will teach us His way, and we will walk in His way. For the law shall come from Zion, and the word of the Lord shall come from Jerusalem.

He will execute judgment among the people of many nations, and judge right from wrong for a strong nation far away. They want to turn knives into plowshares and guns into sickles. This country will not raise its sword to attack that country, and they will no longer learn warfare.

Everyone should sit under their own grape and fig trees, without anyone being frightened. This was spoken by the mouth of the Lord of hosts.

All nations walk in the name of their own gods. But we walk in the name of the Lord our God forever and ever.

On that day, declares the Lord, I will gather the lame, the driven out, and those whom I have punished.

I will make the lame a remnant, and those who are driven far away a strong nation. The Lord will reign over them on Mount Zion from now on and forever.

The high platform of your flock, the daughter of the city of Zion, the former authority of the daughter of the people of Jerusalem, shall belong to you.

Why are you crying loudly now? Pain grabs you like a woman in labor. Is it because there is no king among you? Has your strategist perished?

O daughter of Zion, you shall be in pain and labor, like a woman in labor. For you will come out of the city, dwell in the fields, and go to Babylon. There you will be saved, and there the Lord will redeem you from the hands of your enemies.

Now many nations are gathered against you, saying, May Zion be defiled, and may we see her retribution with our own eyes.

But they do not know the thoughts of the Lord, nor do they understand his plans. He gathered them as if he had gathered sheaves of grain on a threshing ground.

Arise, O daughter of Zion, kick the grain. I will make your horns iron, and your hooves bronze. You will shatter the people of many nations. Offer their wealth to the Lord, and their goods to the Lord of all nations.