Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
O my soul, come not thou into their council; Unto their assembly, my glory, be not thou united; For in their anger they slew a man, And in their self-will they hocked an ox.
The river Kishon swept them away, That ancient river, the river Kishon. O my soul, march on with strength.
O my soul , thou hast said unto Jehovah, Thou art my Lord: I have no good beyond thee.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance.
Bless Jehovah, O my soul; And all that is within me, bless his holy name.
Return unto thy rest, O my soul; For Jehovah hath dealt bountifully with thee.
Praise ye Jehovah. Praise Jehovah, O my soul.
Declare ye in Judah, and publish in Jerusalem; and say, Blow ye the trumpet in the land: cry aloud and say, Assemble yourselves, and let us go into the fortified cities.
Shall the trumpet be blown in a city, and the people not be afraid? shall evil befall a city, and Jehovah hath not done it?
That day is a day of wrath, a day of trouble and distress, a day of wasteness and desolation, a day of darkness and gloominess, a day of clouds and thick darkness,