Isaiah 3.24
“Now it will come about that instead of sweet perfume
there will be putrefaction;
Instead of a belt,
a rope;
Instead of well-set hair,
a plucked-out scalp;
Instead of fine clothes,
a donning of sackcloth;
And branding
instead of beauty. ”
Imagine a beauty pageant. Gorgeous young women dressed and made up to perfection. Immerse the winner in dead, rotting flesh. Yank large patches of hair from her scalp. Cover her in a burlap bag and brand her cheeks with a cattle iron. This horrible, cringe-reflex imagery is Isaiah.
What does the visualization of stinking, bloodied, branded young women have to do with me? I assume this is a graphic symbolization of my life under the influence and control of supernatural forces of darkness who care nothing for my well-being.
