'Behold, he goes up like clouds, And his chariots like the whirlwind; His horses are swifter than eagles. Woe to us, for we are ruined!'
Wash your heart from evil, Jerusalem, So that you may be saved. How long will your wicked thoughts Lodge within you?
For a voice declares from Dan, And proclaims wickedness from Mount Ephraim.
to the nations, now! Proclaim to Jerusalem, ‘Enemies are coming from a remote country, And they raise their voices against the cities of Judah.
Like watchmen of a field they are against her all around, Because she has rebelled against Me,’ declares the LORD.
Your ways and your deeds Have brought these things upon you. This is your evil. How bitter! How it has touched your heart!'
My soul, my soul! I am in anguish! Oh, my heart! My heart is pounding in me; I cannot keep silent, Because, my soul, you have heard The sound of the trumpet, The alarm of war.
Disaster upon disaster is proclaimed, For the whole land is devastated; Suddenly my tents are devastated, And
my curtains in an instant.
How long must I see the flag And hear the sound of the trumpet?