They look like tiny horses, and they run as fast.
Look at them as they leap along the mountaintops! Listen to the noise they make -- like the rumbling of chariots, like the roar of a fire sweeping across a field, or like a mighty army moving into battle.
Fear grips all the people; every face grows pale with fright.
The attackers march like warriors and scale city walls like trained soldiers. Straight forward they march, never breaking rank.
They never jostle each other; each moves in exactly the right place. They lunge through the gaps, and no weapon can stop them.
They swarm over the city and run along its walls. They enter all the houses, climbing like thieves through the windows.
The earth quakes as they advance, and the heavens tremble. The sun and moon grow dark, and the stars no longer shine.
The LORD leads them with a shout! This is his mighty army, and they follow his orders. The day of the LORD is an awesome, terrible thing. Who can endure it?
That is why the LORD says, "Turn to me now, while there is time! Give me your hearts. Come with fasting, weeping, and mourning.
Don't tear your clothing in your grief; instead, tear your hearts." Return to the LORD your God, for he is gracious and merciful. He is not easily angered. He is filled with kindness and is eager not to punish you.
Who knows? Perhaps even yet he will give you a reprieve, sending you a blessing instead of this terrible curse. Perhaps he will give you so much that you will be able to offer grain and wine to the LORD your God as before!