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 Yahweh comes, for it is close at hand:

A day of darkness and gloominess, a day of clouds and thick darkness.

As the dawn spreading on the mountains, a great and strong people;

there has never been the like, neither will there be any more after them, even to the years of many generations.

A fire devours before them, and behind them, a flame burns.

The land is as the garden of Eden before them, and behind them, a desolate wilderness. Yes, and no one has escaped them.