Blow a trumpet in Zion, And sound an alarm on My holy mountain! Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble, For the day of the LORD is coming; Indeed, it is near,
A day of darkness and gloom, A day of clouds and thick darkness. As dawn is spread over the mountains, So
there is a great and mighty people; There has never been anything
like it, Nor will there be again after it To the years of many generations.
A fire consumes before them, And behind them a flame devours. The land is like the Garden of Eden before them, But a desolate wilderness behind them, And nothing at all escapes them.
Their appearance is like the appearance of horses; And like war horses, so they run.
With a noise as of chariots They leap about on the tops of the mountains, Like the crackling of a flame of fire consuming the stubble, Like a mighty people drawn up for battle.
Before them the people are in anguish; All faces turn pale.
They run like warriors, They climb the wall like soldiers; And each of them marches in line, Nor do they lose their way.
They do not crowd each other, Every warrior of them marches in his path; When they burst through the defenses, They do not break ranks.
They storm the city, They run on the wall; They climb into the houses, They enter through the windows like a thief.