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The Funeral Song for an Empire.

Ezekiel 32 — Where every empire that ever ruled by fear ends up in the same dirt

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Key Takeaways

The prophets describe Egypt's fall in cosmic terms — stars going dark, the sun hidden — because the collapse of powers built on fear carries universal weight.
Ezekiel tours the underworld where Assyria, Elam, Meshech-Tubal, Edom, and Sidon all lie stripped of every distinction that made them terrifying above ground.
Every fallen empire gets the same epitaph — 'they spread terror in the land of the living' — which turns out to be the only legacy that domination actually leaves behind.

📢 Chapter 32 — The Funeral Song for an Empire 🪦

Two weeks before this, had already been delivering God's verdict on . Now God came to him again — same year, same month — and told him to do something unusual. Not preach. Not warn. Sing. A funeral song. A lamentation over and the empire he commanded.

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The imagery that follows doesn't let go. It starts with a monster being pulled from the sea, moves through cosmic darkness, and ends in a guided tour of — the realm of the dead — where every terrifying empire in history lies buried in the dirt. If you've ever wondered what God thinks about human empires that run on fear and force, this chapter answers that question in vivid, unsettling detail.

The Monster in the Water 🐉

In the twelfth year of the , on the first day of the twelfth month, the word of the Lord came to . And God told him exactly what to say to :

"You think of yourself as a lion among the nations — powerful, majestic, king of everything you survey. But you're really more like a sea monster thrashing in the waters. You churn through your rivers, you muddy everything you touch, you foul every stream with your stomping."

Then God spoke directly:

"I will throw my net over you — and I'll use entire nations to haul you in. I will drag you onto dry land and throw you in an open field. I will let the birds of the sky land on you. I will let the beasts of the earth gorge themselves on your remains.

I will scatter your flesh across the mountains. I will fill entire valleys with your carcass. I will drench the land — up to the mountaintops — with your blood. The ravines will overflow with you.

When I blot you out, I will cover the heavens. I will make the stars go dark. I will hide the sun behind a cloud. The moon will give no light. Every bright light in the sky — I will make dark over you. I will put darkness on your land."

Then came the ripple effect — God describing how the watching world would respond:

"I will trouble the hearts of many peoples when I bring your destruction among nations you've never even heard of. Whole countries will be horrified. Kings will physically shudder when I brandish my sword in front of them. On the day of your downfall, every single one of them will tremble — each one fearing for his own life."

Let that imagery sit for a moment. The sun going dark. The stars blinking out. The moon refusing to shine. This is language — the kind the used when they wanted to communicate that something wasn't just politically significant. It was cosmically significant. When God brings down an empire, the whole creation notices. The lights don't just dim — they go out. It's as if the universe itself recoils.

The Sword That's Actually Coming ⚔️

After the poetic imagery, God named the instrument. This wasn't vague. It was specific:

"The sword of the king of Babylon is coming for you. I will cause your multitudes to fall by the blades of warriors — the most ruthless nation on earth. They will demolish the pride of Egypt. All her people will perish.

I will destroy every animal beside her great waters. No human foot will muddy those waters again. No hoof will churn them. Then — after it's all over — I will make Egypt's waters run clear. Her rivers will flow smooth as oil."

And then the purpose behind all of it:

"When I make the land of Egypt desolate — stripped of everything that fills it, every person struck down — then they will know that I am the Lord.

This is a funeral song. And it will be sung. The women of the nations will chant it — over Egypt, over all her people. They will chant it."

There's something eerie about that last detail. This isn't just . It's a funeral — and God is writing the song himself. The image of rivers running clear and smooth after the devastation is almost beautiful, and that's what makes it so unsettling. It's the quiet after the storm. The stillness of a place where something enormous used to be.

Think about how many empires have followed this exact pattern. They churn the waters, foul everything they touch, project power in every direction — and then one day, they're gone. And the world moves on. The rivers clear. The land goes quiet.

The Descent 🕳️

Two weeks later, God came to again with a second message — and this one is darker. The funeral song was the warmup. Now came the burial:

"Wail over the multitude of Egypt. Send them down — her, and all the great nations with her — down to the world below, to those who have already gone into the pit.

'You think you're special? You think you're more beautiful than the rest? Go down. Lie with the dead.'

They will fall among those killed by the sword. Egypt is handed over. Drag her away — her, and all her crowds."

Then described voices rising from itself — the mighty warriors already buried there, watching arrive:

"The chiefs of the dead will speak from the depths: 'They've come down. They lie still now. Slain by the sword, just like us.'"

This is the part where the passage shifts from political to something that feels almost cinematic. Ezekiel isn't just predicting Egypt's military defeat. He's giving us a tour of the underworld — and showing us who's already there, waiting.

The Roll Call of Fallen Empires 🪦

What follows reads like a tour through a graveyard of empires. God walked through like a tour guide pointing at headstones — and at every stop, another empire that once terrorized the world lay silent in the ground.

First stop:

"Assyria is there — her and all her armies. Graves everywhere, surrounding her on every side. All of them slain. Fallen by the sword. Their graves are set in the deepest parts of the pit. Her entire company lies around her tomb — every one of them killed. These are the ones who spread terror in the land of the living."

"Elam is there — all her people surrounding her grave. All slain. Fallen by the sword. They went down to the world below. They had spread their terror among the living, and now they carry their shame with the rest of the dead."

Then:

"Meshech-Tubal is there — all her crowds, graves on every side. All slain by the sword, because they spread terror among the living. They don't even get the honor of lying with the ancient warriors who went to Sheol with their weapons, swords placed under their heads. Their guilt clings to their very bones."

And then God turned to directly:

"As for you — you will be broken. You will lie among the dead, with those who were slain by the sword."

Each empire gets the same epitaph: They spread terror in the land of the living. That's it. That's their whole legacy. , the empire that flayed prisoners and mounted heads on walls. , the ancient power east of . and , the northern peoples who dealt in war. All of them — silent. All of them — in the same dirt.

There's a brutal equality here. Above ground, these nations had different flags, different armies, different languages. Below ground? Same grave. Same sword. Same silence. Nobody's empire looks impressive from the pit.

The Last Names on the List 👑

The tour wasn't over. God kept walking through the dead:

"Edom is there — her kings and all her princes. For all their military strength, they're laid down with those killed by the sword. They lie with the dead, with those who went down to the pit.

The rulers of the north are there — all of them — and all the Sidonians. They went down in shame with the slain. All that terror they caused with their power? Gone. They lie with the sword-killed dead and carry their disgrace into the grave."

And then the final, devastating detail:

"When Pharaoh sees all of them — he'll actually be comforted. He'll look around at the company he's keeping — every mighty empire, every terrifying army, all of them dead — and think, 'Well, at least I'm not alone.'

For I spread terror in the land of the living, declares the Lord God. And Pharaoh will be laid to rest among them — among the dead, among the sword-slain. Pharaoh and all his multitude."

That last image is devastating. only comfort in is the realization that every other empire ended up in the same place. That's it. That's all he gets. "At least everyone else is here too."

Let that land. an incredibly powerful man in the ancient world — the god-king of , commander of armies, builder of monuments — finds his consolation in the fact that all the other powerful men are just as dead as he is. That's not comfort. That's the final proof that none of it mattered.

Every empire in this chapter had the same playbook: build power, project fear, dominate your neighbors, make yourself untouchable. And every single one ended in the same sentence: slain by the sword, lying in the pit. Two and a half thousand years later, the playbook hasn't changed. And neither has the ending.