2 Upon the bare mountains set up a signal;cry out to them,Beckon for them to enterthe gates of the nobles.
3 I have commanded my consecrated ones,I have summoned my warriors,eager and bold to carry out my anger.
4 Listen! the rumble on the mountains:that of an immense throng!Listen! the noise of kingdoms, nations assembled!The Lord of hosts is musteringan army for battle.
5 They come from a far-off country,and from the end of the heavens,The Lord and the instruments of his wrath,to destroy all the land.
6 Howl, for the day of the Lord is near;as destruction from the Almighty it comes.
7 Therefore all hands fall helpless,every human heart melts,
8 and they are terrified,Pangs and sorrows take hold of them,like a woman in labor they writhe;They look aghast at each other,their faces aflame.