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.
Into their circle, do not thou enter my soul! In their convocation, do not thou join mine honour! For in their anger, they slew brave men, And in their wantonness, they hamstrung oxen.
The torrent of Kishon, swept them away, the torrent of olden times, the torrent of Kishon! Let my soul march along, with victorious strength!
Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence.
Bless, O my soul, Yahweh, - And all that is within me, his holy Name;
Return, O my soul, to thy rest, For, Yahweh, hath dealt bountifully with thee.
Praise ye Yah, Praise, O my soul, Yahweh.
Declare ye in Judah And in Jerusalem, let it be heard, And say, Blow ye a horn in the land, - Cry, with frill voice And say, Gather yourselves together, And let us enter the defenced cities.
Or a horn be blown in a city, and, a people, not tremble? Or calamity happen in a city, and, Yahweh, not have wrought with effect?
A day of indignation, - that day! day of danger and distress, day of rush, and of crash, day of obscurity, and deep gloom, day of cloud, and thick darkness;
I boiled within me, and rested not, There confronted me - days of affliction;
The sound of battle is in the earth, - And a great destruction.
With streams of water, mine eye runneth down, over the grievous injury of the daughter of my people.