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.
Before them the earth quakes, The heavens tremble, The sun and the moon become dark, And the stars lose their brightness.
The LORD utters His voice before His army; His camp is indeed very great, For mighty is one who carries out His word. The day of the LORD is indeed great and very awesome, And who can endure it?
'Yet even now,' declares the LORD, 'Return to Me with all your heart, And with fasting, weeping, and mourning;