Blow the trumpet1 in Zion;2 sound the alarm on my holy hill.3 Let all who live in the land tremble, for the day of the LORD4 is coming. It is close at hand5--
a day of darkness6 and gloom,78 a day of clouds9 and blackness.10 Like dawn spreading across the mountains a large and mighty army11 comes, such as never was of old12 nor ever will be in ages to come.
Before them fire13 devours, behind them a flame blazes. Before them the land is like the garden of Eden,14 behind them, a desert waste15-- nothing escapes them.
They have the appearance of horses;16 they gallop along like cavalry.
With a noise like that of chariots17 they leap over the mountaintops, like a crackling fire18 consuming stubble, like a mighty army drawn up for battle.
At the sight of them, nations are in anguish;19 every face turns pale.207
They charge like warriors;21 they scale walls like soldiers. They all march in line,22 not swerving23 from their course.