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.
Let my soul not enter into their secret; nor let my honour join their assembly; for in their anger they slew a man, and in their own will they dug down a wall.
The river of Kishon swept them away, that ancient river, the river Kishon. Tread down, O my soul, with strength.
I said unto the LORD, Thou art my goodness: I have no goodness apart from thee;
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted against me? Wait thou for God, for I shall yet praise him for the wellbeing of his presence.
Bless the LORD, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless the name of his holiness.
Return unto thy rest, O my soul, for the LORD has dealt bountifully with thee.
Halelu-JAH. Praise the LORD, O my soul.
Declare ye in Judah and publish in Jerusalem and say, Blow ye the shofar in the land; cry, gather together, and say, Assemble yourselves, and let us go into the defenced cities.
Shall the shofar be blown in the city and the people not be afraid? Shall there be any evil in the city which the LORD has not done?
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,