Isaiah 13:1-8
English Standard Version
2On a bare hill raise a signal; cry aloud to them; wave the hand for them to enter the gates of the nobles.
3I myself have commanded my consecrated ones, and have summoned my mighty men to execute my anger, my proudly exulting ones.
4The sound of a tumult is on the mountains as of a great multitude! The sound of an uproar of kingdoms, of nations gathering together! The Lord of hosts is mustering a host for battle.
5 They come from a distant land, from the end of the heavens, the Lord and the weapons of his indignation, to destroy the whole land.
6 Wail, for the day of the Lord is near; as destruction from the Almighty it will come!
7Therefore all hands will be feeble, and every human heart will melt.
8They will be dismayed: pangs and agony will seize them; they will be in anguish like a woman in labor. They will look aghast at one another; their faces will be aflame.
