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.
Take no part in their secrets, O my soul; keep far away, O my heart, from their meetings; for in their wrath they put men to death, and for their pleasure even oxen were wounded.
The river Kishon took them violently away, stopping their flight, the river Kishon. Give praise, O my soul, to the strength of the Lord!
O my soul, you have said to the Lord, You are my Lord: I have no good but you.
Why are you crushed down, O my soul? and why are you troubled in me? put your hope in God; for I will again give him praise who is my help and my God.
Give praise to the Lord, O my soul; let everything in me give praise to his holy name.
Come back to your rest, O my soul; for the Lord has given you your reward.
Let the Lord be praised. Give praise to the Lord, O my soul.
Say openly in Judah, give it out in Jerusalem, and say, Let the horn be sounded in the land: crying out in a loud voice, Come together, and let us go into the walled towns.
If the horn is sounded in the town will the people not be full of fear? will evil come on a town if the Lord has not done it?
That day is a day of wrath, a day of trouble and sorrow, a day of wasting and destruction, a day of dark night and deep shade, a day of cloud and thick dark.
My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
There is a sound of war in the land and of great destruction.
Rivers of water are running down from my eyes, for the destruction of the daughter of my people.