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Blow the trumpet in Zion, And sound an alarm in My holy mountain! Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble; For the day of the Lord is coming, For it is at hand:
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A day of darkness and gloominess, A day of clouds and thick darkness, Like the morning clouds spread over the mountains. A people come, great and strong, The like of whom has never been; Nor will there ever be any such after them, Even for many successive generations.
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A fire devours before them, And behind them a flame burns; The land is like the Garden of Eden before them, And behind them a desolate wilderness; Surely nothing shall escape them.
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Their appearance is like the appearance of horses; And like swift steeds, so they run.
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With a noise like chariots Over mountaintops they leap, Like the noise of a flaming fire that devours the stubble, Like a strong people set in battle array.
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Before them the people writhe in pain; All faces are drained of color.
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They run like mighty men, They climb the wall like men of war; Every one marches in formation, And they do not break ranks.
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They do not push one another; Every one marches in his own column. Though they lunge between the weapons, They are not cut down.
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They run to and fro in the city, They run on the wall; They climb into the houses, They enter at the windows like a thief.