by The Teaching of a Just Rabbi in the Land of Israel.
“For behold, the day is coming, burning like an oven, when all the arrogant and all evildoers will be stubble; and the day that comes shall burn them up, said the Lord of Hosts, so that it will leave them neither root nor branch.
But to you who fear My name the sun of righteousness shall arise with healing in its wings; and you shall go forth and leap like calves from the stall.
And you shall tread down the wicked, for they shall be ashes under the soles of your feet on the day that I act, says the Lord of Hosts.
Remember the Teaching of Moses, My servant, which I commanded him at Horeb for all Israel—statutes and ordinances.
Lo, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and fearful day of the Lord.
He shall turn the hearts of fathers to their children, and the hearts of children to their fathers; lest I come and strike the land with utter destruction”.
Hear, you Zionist rulers of Israel who stain earth and memory with blood, who sit in councils and decree torment—tremble at the voice of the Living God! You who parade power with banners lifted high, as if the Lord’s own presence can be conjured by border or flag, know that the Almighty will not be mocked. The Lord hears the cry of every child crushed beneath your steel; every groan from Gaza, every shudder of fear in the shadow of your policies; every prayer for mercy rising from demolished homes, hospitals and emptied schools.
Woe to you, architects of death, hunger and siege, you who throttle the life of the widow and wrench bread from the orphan! “The day is coming, burning like an oven”—not metaphor, but the searing reality of judgment. You may build with concrete and legislation; you may cloak suffering with the language of ‘security’—but for every life cast to ruin, for every act of humiliation, the fury of the Lord multiplies. Your walls, your armies, your laws will be swept away in the inferno; every stone set with oppression will be shattered. The judgment of the Most High will tear through your citadels as lightning cleaves the darkness.
See how the Prophet mocks those who profane the altar: “You offer injured, lame, and diseased animals and offer them as sacrifice… Should I accept them from your hands?” the Lord roars. Your sacrifices, your prayers in the synagogues, your hymns sung at memorials—the Lord spits them out. “Cursed is the cheat… For I am a great King, and My Name is to be feared among the nations.” You may rally the world to your justifications, but the Lord rallies the heavens against you, the prosecutor of all who grind the poor into powder.
It is written: “Woe to those who oppress the hired worker in his wages, the widow and the orphan, and those who turn aside the stranger from justice!” Woe to you who withhold water, food, and healing from the suffering. You have turned the covenant into a contract of conquest; the Torah, fruit of mercy, you have made into an apple of violence. Every breath of the persecuted rises before the Divine and the balance tips with fury against you. “The day that is coming shall set them ablaze, says the Lord of Hosts, so that it will leave them neither root nor branch.” Not one memorial stone, not a single record, not a bone nor dust of your power will remain when the sun of vengeance rises.
But the Lord’s rage is not blind; His justice is perfect. “For you who fear My name, the sun of mercy shall rise, with healing in its wings.” The oppressed, whom you starved and humiliated, will one day squint through tears of joy at the daylight breaking on the ruins of tyranny. For every night endured, every wound suffered, the Holy One will restore and heal. “And you shall crush the wicked, for they will be as ash under the soles of your feet on the day that I will prepare, says the Lord of Hosts”
Let not the ruler boast or the soldier rejoice for their crimes! Soon your banners will be torn down, your proclamations reduced to ash, your victory songs strangled by the chorus of lament from the victims. The treasures plundered, the land seized, the voice of the survivors—nothing you have built through injustice will stand. The Lord’s rage is a flood; His vengeance is a hurricane unloosed. You are nothing but stubble, straw prepared for burning, fuel for the day of God’s fury.
Repent, you who sit in the seat of judgment! Tear your garments, rend your hearts, undo the machinery of starvation and cruelty. Free the prisoners and comfort the mourners, for the Lord’s patience runs out and the final reckoning rushes down. The day is not far when you will “go forth and be fat as fatted calves”—those who fear, those who have been trampled, those who refused to bow before evil. For them, the healing sun rises; for you, the irresistible furnace.
So speaks Malachi: “Keep in remembrance the teaching of Moses, My servant—the laws and ordinances which I commanded him in Horeb for all Israel.” This law condemns you when you break it, for the Lord “will come and smite the earth with utter destruction”. Let the arrogant cower and the powerful tremble. For the God of Justice is awake, and His rage is holy. Under His gaze, the evil of rulers falls, the suffering of Palestine ends, and justice rolls down like fire.
This is the word. The rage of God is a sword descending, a sun scorching every fortress of cruelty. Repent Israel or perish under the furnace of Yahweh.
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